August 5, 1437
One day before the operation.
Raphael Earhart
— This was the last bandage.
— Thank you.
Kazimir carefully removed the final wraps from my right hand. Now, I could say with confidence that I was fully healed.
As Alonzo predicted, thanks to the family's care and the medicine they provided, my recovery had progressed at an astonishing pace.
Although, compared to Selena—who had been up and carrying out her duties as a Guardian for three days already—my achievements felt insignificant. Her regeneration and endurance were astounding. Some people were simply favored by fate.
Well, I should be grateful for what I have.
— Where's Erin?
Kazimir, still tidying up after removing my bandages, glanced briefly in my direction.
— She's preparing your lunch. By the way… — he turned to me, his expression filled with curiosity. — Why has she suddenly become so attentive? She doesn't have to cook for you—there's a chef at the residence for that.
