The Strange Symptoms

AZALEA

It's been three days since my last meeting with Alpha Andras, and now I'm standing in the servants' kitchen, completely unaware of the eyes staring at me as I make breakfast.

Working in the kitchen is much more enjoyable than washing floors and dealing with piles of filthy laundry or picking weeds and farming constantly in the castle's enormous garden. At least here, I can see, talk, and gossip with Darla. Jenna is also not constantly around, and that is a bonus.

The smell of spicy pork bacon frying in the skillet fills the air. It smells lovely, but it makes me a little nauseous. At first, I don't think much of it, and despite the discomfort, I continue chopping veggies.

However, when Darla enters with a plate of cracked raw eggs, all hell breaks loose. The smell of the eggs, along with pork and some stray spices, makes me gag and cough uncontrollably. The knife falls from my hand into the bowl, and I hold my throat, desperately attempting to keep the vomit from flowing out.