"Are you feeling better?" Thirteen asked Cranky, who was currently seated cross-legged inside the healing chamber of the Royal Palace.
This was King Astrion's personal chambers, where he tended to his injuries using a special herb bath made from High-Grade Herbs.
"I'll live," Cranky replied, but his face was still a bit pale.
Clearly, he wouldn't be able to join the war right away within a week's time.
Although he could do that, pushing himself might just worsen his injuries, which was something that Thirteen didn't want to see.
As such, he had advised Cranky to rest properly, and leave the rest to them.
The next place that Thirteen visited was the Inner Palace, to talk to Queen Miriamele.
"I see, so his injuries are more serious than we thought," Queen Miriamele muttered. "But, don't worry. As long as I'm here, I will be able to deal with Castor. I'm familiar with his relic, Dark Paradise, because it has been used during our battle in Chandrea."
