On a clear winter morning, after enduring the biting winter wind, the bright, pale-blue sky had become exceptionally crystalline.
Sunlight streamed through the spotless windowpanes into the ward, casting a hazy golden glow over the entire pristine space.
The ward's decor centered on natural wood tones, with light-brown wooden floors and furniture paired with white walls and fabrics.
"Violet, thank you sincerely for protecting my sister all this time. It was thanks to you that the vampires didn't dare approach Saint Krui Di Monastery."
The Ninth War God, Marquis Ryan, bowed earnestly to Violet, who had only just woken up in her hospital bed that morning.
While he had been controlled, the vampires had even tried to harm his sister Ursula. If Violet hadn't taken such a firm stance, Ryan might have already gone against Ursula's wishes and brought her back to the marquis's household.
"It was nothing. I could tell Ursula was a little afraid to go home, and I obviously had to protect my student, so I just warned you. But honestly, I thought she'd be forced into a political marriage if she was taken back. I never expected things to be this complicated."
Violet answered with a smile, no longer showing any sign of weakness.
"But why are all of you so free?"
She looked at the several fellow War Gods again.
When Violet woke today, she had only seen Secretary Naira. After chatting with her briefly and learning about the earth-shaking changes in Bulida, Naira had hurried back to the Main Division Hall to continue working.
Even with the werewolves' regenerative abilities, a damaged heart required a long time to recover. Before then, Violet would likely be unable to fight at her former level and would need to recuperate in the hospital. Thus, Naira had to