Leila was the only one who stayed by his side, caring for him tirelessly without sleep.
Silas could almost feel the coolness of the damp cloth she had pressed to his forehead and hear her soothing voice as she murmured words of comfort, her eyes filled with concern.
The night stretched on in that relentless cycle of pain and care, and Silas survived the entire night alone like this. When morning finally arrived, the lingering pain still made him feel a little hazy, and the world seemed to swirl around him in a disconcerting dance.
A maid approached cautiously, her steps hesitant and her hands trembling with trepidation as she prepared to serve him. The fear in her eyes was palpable.
The Demon King rubbed his slightly furrowed brows and asked in a hoarse voice, "What is she doing?"
The startled maid hurriedly reported honestly, "The lady did nothing and stayed in the bedroom all the time. She was just in a bad mood, and she… she wanted to meet Your Majesty."
