Chapter 245 - STILL WAITING

Veronica was feeling dizzy for a while. At that moment, her head spun.

Her left hand slipped from the railing and her body leaned forward.

Unfortunately, the railing was short and couldn't support her body. As a result, her body swirled and went out of the balcony. Before she knew it, she was falling from the balcony.

'Ahh… what just happened?'

Veronica didn't realize she was falling. Her head felt light. She thought she was floating in the air. She found it weird.

All of a sudden, she stopped flying and her dress tightened around her body and her neck was stuffy.

"Hkk!"

Her face twisted and cupped her neck. She couldn't breathe because she was choked.

'What? Why do I feel like that?'

"What's this? Are you trying to attempt suicide?"

Veronica heard a familiar voice. With a great effort, she turned her head and found someone grabbing her collar.

Ironin coolly looked down at her.

Apparently, he slept in the afternoon and guarded the house and her at night.

He was squatting on the wooden railing and crouched down. His posture was immobile and relaxed. He had confidence that he wouldn't fall from there.

He stood up and at the same time, he pulled her up. After taking her inside her room, he let her down.

After her feet touched the cold floor, he went to the balcony and collected the comforter. It slid from her body when she was about to fall.

He covered her with the comforter. Later, he glanced at her and saw that her face was unusually red.

His eyebrows slightly furrowed. He moved his hand and touched her forehead.

"You have a high temperature," he muttered. "You have a fever."

"Huh? Fe…ver?" Veronica confusedly touched her forehead. "You are right. I do. That's why I feel weird."

"…" Ironin was speechless.

How come she couldn't know when it was her own body?

He shook his head and told her, "Lie down. I'll get a medicine."

"Nn…" Veronica dragged her body to the body. She felt so lightheaded that the soft bed felt like a cloud.

Ironin came back with a glass of water and medicine. It was a white medicine powder.

Veronica stared at the white powder with wonder in her eyes. "What kind of medicine is that?"

It was made by Ironin who never depended on healers to heal him when he was injured. However, he didn't want to tell her everything.

He shrugged and told her, "Take it or suffer."

"As long as I don't die…" Veronica took the small paper that contained the white powder and took it in her mouth.

Her taste buds tasted the bitterness of the medicine and her mouth twisted.

Before she could throw it away, Ironin forced her to gulp the glass of cool water. The water flowed in her throat and washed the bitter taste from her mouth.

When he pulled away, Veronica coughed vigorously. She wiped her mouth and glanced at him.

She wanted to accuse him of being rough with a sick person, but her words got stuck in her throat when she saw his serene expression.

He didn't seem regretful or sorrowful for treating her like that. She had a feeling he would do the same thing in the future even if she complained to him now.

"By the way," Veronica glanced at her empty place on the bed. "Didn't Arthur come back at night?"

Ironin paused before replying, "No, he didn't. He has an urgent business to take care of."

Veronica let out a chuckle. "Right, he does. He could have met me in the afternoon or evening and had a meal with me."

Ironin stayed silent and observed her. He couldn't understand why she looked so depressed and lonely. It was the first time he saw that expression on her face.

'Does she miss him that much? Why is she acting like a child without a mother? What is Zinnia doing? Arthur told Zinnia not to make her feel lonely. I should talk to her about it tomorrow.'

Before leaving Ironin quietly said, "Rest. If you feel better, you can meet the priest."

After he closed the door, she remembered that she had to meet the Head Priest.

'Oh yes, I have to meet him. I totally forgot about it. But I don't feel well…'

She wasn't able to finish thinking before her eyelids felt heavy.

The next day, she woke up when the sunlight fell directly on her face.

She frowned and opened her eyes. 'Ahh, it's morning already.'

She glanced at the other side of the bed and found it empty. She touched the empty pillow. It was cold.

'So, he didn't come back after all.' Veronica was downhearted. Her heart twisted in pain.

'I don't want to think about it for a while. I have to meet the Head Priest today no matter what and get the location of where the elves live. It'll help me to distract myself.'

As she got up from the bed, her head spun. She quickly sat down. Touching her forehead, she realized that she had a fever.

'This is not good. If Ironin finds out, I won't be able to go out. What if he calls Arthur here?'

Recalling last evening's experience, she clenched the bedsheet.

"I don't think I can face him. I need to clear my mind. I must act like I'm okay.'

She freshened up and headed downstairs. She met Zinnia downstairs.

"Oh, you are up early."

Zinnia stretched her arms and yawned. Afterward, she slowly sat up on the couch.

Veronica smiled at her. "Good morning. Did you sleep well?"

Zinnia pleasantly smiled. "Yes, I did. Drinking alcohol helps a lot if you don't know. So, what do you want to eat today? I'll cook whatever you want to eat."

Veronica suggested, "Why don't I cook today? Let me show your disciple's cooking skills."

Zinnia's lips stretched. "Sure. I'll leave it to you then."

Veronica made scrambled eggs. She learned it from Arthur. She cooked with great care.

The scrambled eggs seemed fluffy and soft. Using yesterday's leftover bread, they finished their meal.

Zinnia praised her skills. "Ahh! It's hard to believe you can cook so well after a few days of training. But I didn't teach you that. Did Arthur teach you?"

Veronica flinched and then forced a smile. "Yes, he did it when we were at the tower. But he never let me cook before. Cooking makes me feel better."

Zinnia nodded as she understood. She felt the same way about cooking. "I see. You can cook as much as you want from now on. I'll tell you how to cook and you can do it."

"Sure."

"I remember, you have to go out today, don't you? Do you want me to follow you?"

Veronica stole a glance at Ironin who was quietly drinking tea. "You can follow me but you cannot go inside the palace area. It's heavily guarded. Furthermore, I don't even know what the rules are to enter the library."

"You don't have to worry about it. Sneaking inside the place is nothing for us. We are professionals." Zinnia winked at her.

Gazing at her confident smile, Veronica relaxed a bit.

Truthfully, she was nervous. If anything went wrong, she wanted someone to protect her.

She felt bad when she had to rely on others and she couldn't do certain things to protect herself. She felt like she was useless.

Later, she headed out and went to the spot where the Head Priest told her to meet.

And afterward, whatever happened, everything was out of control.