Kallen opened his eyes. He was still sitting on the steps, and he discovered quite a few people standing around him.
He was utterly exhausted now, yet utterly invigorated.
His body was exhausted, once again reaching the brink of overexertion, only a little better than after his last conversation with Earl Recar;
What invigorated him was his goal. People feared the night because it concealed their direction, but once a bright lamp truly appeared ahead, the darkness that had been baring its fangs and claws immediately became a dull, tedious backdrop.
"Sorry, I dozed off just now."
Kallen slowly stood up, and Alfred reached out to support him.
At that moment, Eunice came forward of her own accord;
Alfred hesitated, then shifted half a step back, letting Eunice take his place supporting the young master.
"Take me back to the bedroom," Kallen told Eunice.
"All right."
With Eunice supporting him, Kallen returned to the bedroom. He first sat on the edge of the bed while Eunice made it for him, then she put her arms around him and helped him lie down.
"I'm not that weak," Kallen said with a smile.
"You've kept having problems with your health lately. You need to get more rest," Eunice said.
"Yes, all right."
Kallen lay down, and Eunice tucked him in.
"Oh, Eunice."
"What is it?"
"Could you borrow a set of painting supplies from your father for me?"
"Of course, but you can't paint now. You have to at least wait until you've rested."
"Of course. I'm planning to paint after I wake up. I just had a dream, and I want to paint it as soon as I've rested. You know, if I leave it too long, I might forget what it looked like."
"I understand. I'll have the painting supplies