A Grandson Helping His Grandpa Walk

Tigurius then left with the apothecaries and priests, telling him to get plenty of rest.

Lin En watched them leave the ward.

The sound of the priests' footsteps gradually faded. Tigurius quietly gave the guard captain outside a few instructions.

Then the door was gently closed, and the ward fell silent again.

Lin En tried to lie back down and rest for a while, but after shifting around on the bed, lying on his side was uncomfortable, and lying flat was uncomfortable too.

He had lain down for so long that all four limbs had gone stiff.

He piled up the pillows and sat half-upright.

It was still uncomfortable.

Anyone who often sat like this knew that leaning back for too long put too much pressure on the buttocks. Tigurius had been there just now, and Lin En had sat like this for almost an hour, until his butt had gone numb.

Lin En's gaze fell on the window.

The season was currently pleasantly mild.

Hera Fortress stood high in the Crown Mountains, where the temperature was relatively low. But the Librarium lay deep in a valley, where warm air gathered and the temperature was higher, making it feel like spring all year round.

It was a beautiful morning on Macragge. The sunlight was warm and gentle without being harsh, and the air was fresh—the sort of weather perfect for sitting outside and relaxing.

In all the time since he had come to Macragge, he had been fighting from the moment he arrived.

The orbital battlefield, Arctic Fortress, the Cold Steel Mountains, the Antarctic purge, the pursuit through space, the barren world of Prandium...

He had seen the sky shift through all sorts of colors, from the dark purple of the Tyranid spore clouds to Prandium's gloomy gray, but he