Morwena propped herself up with both hands, looked at the scar on Clara's face, and said softly, "I believe time will heal all of this."
"Thank you for comforting me, but I..."
Knock, knock, knock.
Someone suddenly knocked on the door. Morwena pulled free from Clara's embrace, climbed out of bed, and said, "I'll hide first."
After saying that, she went to the corner, turned incorporeal, and slipped into the wall.
Clara stared blankly at Morwena, who had vanished so quickly, but the knocking urged her to open the door.
When she opened it, a bald man appeared before her.
"Why are you here?"
Belik entered the room with a barrel of fine wine in his arms, looking around at the decor. It was very girlish, completely at odds with Clara's personality.
Under normal circumstances, he would have mocked her mercilessly.
But now, he was here to comfort her, not to quarrel.
"Seeing how you look, as your sworn rival, I came to see whether you were crying."
"You bastard, I'll—"
Before Clara could finish, Belik removed the wooden lid from the barrel.
In an instant, the rich aroma of wine filled the entire room.
"Want some?"
Looking at the wine offered before her, Clara lifted her head, looked at Belik, and said, "Yes."
They went to the round table. Belik set the barrel on the floor, then took out two large bowls. Just as he was about to pour the wine, a strange, delicate fragrance drifted into his nose.
"Morwena's scent. She's been here."
"She..."
"Clara."
A familiar voice rang out, startling Belik so badly that he nearly threw the bowl in his hand away.
"Nephris is here. Let me hide first. If the captain finds out I came to drink with you, she'll definitely beat me up."
After