Brando soon saw Medisa. Although Delphine had taken the initiative to apologize to her and clearly explained why she had appeared here, Medisa still looked displeased when she saw her.
More precisely, she looked somewhat cold.
As a result, Brando received an icy reception from the Little Princess of the Silver Elves for the first time. Medisa wore a serious expression, pressed her lips together, and gave a soft snort to show her displeasure. She did not argue with him. Instead, she turned around, lifted the cloth curtain, and walked into the cave beyond it.
Brando could only smile bitterly. Of course he knew Medisa was angry with him because of Roman. Delphine took the opportunity to give him a push from behind, and he understood her meaning at once, hurriedly following them inside.
Lady White Mist was sprawled across the stove, dozing with narrowed eyes as she cast a mischievous look at the two of them through one half-open eye.
Young people these days... she thought.
"Medisa, how is Hypamira?"
The Little Princess of the Silver Elves raised the corners of her eyes and glanced at him. After all, she could not bear to remain at odds with her lord. Every moment of the day Brando had rescued her was etched in her heart—how could she possibly forget? Seeing him follow her in so quickly dispelled half the anger in the girl's heart.
She frowned slightly and shook her head. "Not very well. We lack medicine and means of treatment here. She was badly injured, and Soprach is a city of the undead. There's only the Moonless Sanctuary. Lady White Mist sent those pirates to search for Water of Life, but they found nothing. Fortunately, Miss Magdal knows a little about pharmacy. Hypamira only improved somewhat thanks to the