Little Six's home was a separate courtyard. Once through the gate, one could see a statue fountain and a lovely little garden.
Gardeners were trimming the flowers and plants, while servants swept up the fallen leaves. Of course, these servants were all ordinary people. According to Little Six herself, they had been hired while her parents were still alive.
Following Little Six all the way to the second floor, they finally stopped before a room at the end of the corridor.
Little Six knocked on the door. It was soon opened, and an elderly woman in a plain long dress emerged. Upon seeing Little Six, she respectfully lowered her head and called, "Miss."
This kindly faced old woman was a servant of Little Six's household and had now been assigned to care for Helen.
"How is Helen doing now?" Little Six asked.
"Miss Helen woke up briefly this morning, but she did not say anything. She has fallen asleep again now." There was a trace of tenderness in the old woman's eyes. Unlike other Transcendents, Helen was not haughty or spoiled. She was gentle and exceedingly polite, and the old woman was quite fond of her.
"Ah." Little Six sighed. "Go downstairs first. Leave this to us."
While Little Six had been speaking with the old woman, Angel had already sensed the situation inside the room. Just as the old woman had said, Helen was currently lying in bed, resting.
After pushing open the door, Angel and Little Six walked inside.
The room was small and simply furnished, but it had excellent lighting. The rosy hues of dusk streamed in through the window. At that moment, the twilight glow filled the room, laying a natural layer of red clouds over Helen on the bed.
Angel walked to the bedside and