Eulalia—The Rose with Thorns

If it wasn’t for the fact that she was injured, Percival would really want to give Eulalia a good shake—perhaps even a harsh spanking. Teach her the painful lessons of real life so that she’d think twice before recklessly risking her life again. However, the conflicting swirl of thoughts in his mind belied the deep concern he felt for her. The truth was, he simply couldn’t bring himself to lay a hand on her in her current state.

As Eulalia stirred awake, the weight that had been bearing down on his heart finally lifted. She was conscious, and that gave him a sense of relief.

Gradually, Eulalia’s initially calm expression turned into one of annoyance. She never knew Percival could talk this much; it was as if two flies had entered her ears and were incessantly buzzing.

“My throat’s dry...” Eulalia interrupted him, her voice hoarse.

At once, Percival ceased his rambling and went to fetch water. After wetting a cloth to the right temperature, he helped Eulalia sit up carefully. The wound