Lily followed the Queen's directions and took Iver toward Isabel's chambers.
But before they arrived, they ran into Yulia, who was accompanied by an old man.
"—Big Brother!"
Before Iver could say anything, Yulia noticed him first.
The girl's eyes lit up at once, and she came sprinting over with quick little footsteps.
She lightly threw herself at Iver, her white hair drifting like gauze. Yulia wrapped her arms around Iver's neck and knelt with both legs together on his thighs. To Iver's surprise, he didn't find Yulia heavy at all... She was still as light and airy as before, her body seemingly hollow.
He hugged Yulia affectionately, touching his forehead to hers as he said gently, "Yes... I'm back."
The "knight" David Barton beside them was growing anxious, but he didn't dare reach out and touch Yulia. He could only call softly from the side, "Um... Mr. Iver's legs..."
He was clearly worried instinctively that Yulia might hurt Iver.
After all, normally, who would use a wheelchair if their legs were fine? Since Iver was in a wheelchair, his legs were probably injured. Having someone press down on them like this couldn't be good.
"I'm fine."
Iver shook his head slightly at him. Only then did David remember... Iver really had entered the recovery period. He had even seen Iver pacing around in his own home.
Yulia didn't look toward David the entire time, nor did she pay attention to his calls. She only murmured softly, "I thought Big Brother would blame me for not coming home..."
—She still remembered that her character was an innocent girl who didn't know Iver had been injured and had been kept completely in the dark by Isabel.
Hearing Yulia say that, Iver immediately understood what she meant.
So he followed along ambiguously,