Warm, comfortable...
...like the pure sleep of a baby.
So much so that when Fireworks of Romance woke up, a rare trace of regret passed through her heart, and she even felt a little nostalgic.
She had not experienced that kind of pure sleep in a very long time... perhaps not since she had returned from the Underworld?
But the moment she clearly saw what was in front of her, that regret and nostalgia vanished, and her face turned pale with shock.
On a jade bed formed from white jade, someone lay with a pale face and tightly closed eyes, looking weaker than she had ever seen him.
In her heart, he had always been omnipotent. No matter what difficulties or enemies he encountered, nothing could stump him. Yet now, he looked as if he were on the verge of death.
Hurriedly scrambling up from the table, Fireworks of Romance rushed over to the jade bed and grabbed his hand.
...It was ice-cold.
As though it had been frozen in a refrigerator, his hand was frighteningly cold, and his complexion was terrifyingly pale.
"You're awake?"
Just as Fireworks of Romance frantically searched through her Inventory for healing medicine, a slightly cold voice came from beside her.
When Fireworks of Romance turned around, she saw that the Black Haired Woman in fully enclosed Knight Armor had somehow appeared behind her.
"You are..."
Fireworks of Romance froze slightly as she looked at the Black Haired Woman before her.
Her memories were still stuck on what had happened in the palace earlier, so she was naturally not unfamiliar with the knight who had knelt before them.
...But that was not the issue.
The key was, what exactly had happened while she was asleep?
"Who I am isn't important. What's important is that you