"My head hurts!"
Linda opened her eyes to a dazzling expanse of stars.
"Ms. Linda, you're finally awake."
An aged, weary voice came from beside her. Linda turned her head and saw Professor Mase.
"Professor..."
She looked around. A campfire burned beside Mase, and there was also a crude tent nearby.
Weariness, madness...
All manner of dark emotions came flooding in, making Linda close her eyes again as she soothed the headache from before.
In the darkness, she seemed to see the massive outline of the Feathered Serpent once more and hear the rustle of feathers scraping together.
At the same time, there was that tall, reliable back...
After a long while, Linda finally opened her eyes again. "Professor Mase, thank you for saving me..."
She discovered that the marks left by burst blisters still covered the skin of her arms, but they were undoubtedly much better than before.
Clearly, she had received a certain degree of treatment.
And such methods were obviously not something an ordinary person could accomplish.
Meeting Linda's soul-piercing gaze, Professor Mase felt a chill in his heart. However, Aaron had long ago informed him that she possessed some ability to discern lies, so he had come prepared. A gentle smile appeared on his face. "After that mysterious person appeared, I took the chance to get you out... Your condition was extremely serious at the time. If I hadn't known a few methods and folk remedies of a 'Folklorist,' you might have unconsciously lost control from your injuries and killed me in the process!"
Telling the truth, telling the whole truth, telling only part of the truth... there were differences between them.
"Second Primordial of Secret? Folklorists really do know many strange and unusual traditional treatments..."
Linda did not doubt him. It was perfectly reasonable for