บท 239: Sardonic

The next time Bel woke up, there was no sign of Isaiah, only a servant in the corner who immediately bolted out of her seat to fetch him. He arrived by her side with a stiff smile on his face. His hair was unkempt, and his top was folded at the sleeves.

"I didn't expect you to fall asleep that fast," he said, stopping in front of her. "How do you feel?" he asked.

"Better," she mumbled and tried to sit up.

He gently stopped her. "I wouldn't advise that, Princess. Here, drink this. After eating, I'll give you something else to drink."

Bel scrunched her face. "Can't you just say a spell and heal me? Why go through this bothersome process?"

"Good to see you're as snarky as ever. I was worried the curse had worn off your personality. I guess I was worried for nothing, Princess."

"You don't have to sound so sardonic."