"Has my father been informed about me?"
"Prince Jyllian wanted to, but I dissuaded him. He is in bad health, and I thought that it wouldn't help him if we gave him a hope that would later be crushed if anything bad happened."
"I've heard about his health. What exactly does he have?"
They are talking about my gramps and granny. I start listening with interest again, with my heart pounding within my chest.
"He has contracted a strange disease that makes him weak and sleepy. Sometimes he has a high fever that leaves him bedridden for days; sometimes he passes weeks without much trouble."
"I see… I have never heard of something like that before."
"That sounds like symptoms of prolonged mana draining. It happens when a person with a normal pool of mana tries to feed a mana-eating creature."
Oh, I know what she means.
Lovelace feeds on mana, and I've been feeding her during the last three years. But my mana reserve is leagues above the one of normal people.
