22 Why Aren't You Dead?

When I woke up the next day, I was lying in the carriage, covered in Kral's clothes.

"There's a suit next to you, please put it on yourself." While I was still staring blankly into the carriage, Kral's face appeared out of the carriage window.

"O. . . Okay." I wanted to get up immediately only to find that I was almost naked. Then I had to hide in his clothes again, only showing my eyes, and answered softly. When I changed my clothes, I found that the scratches on my body had been medicated, and the most serious scars on my wrists had been well treated and bandaged.

When I had finished and opened the carriage door, Kral was waiting outside. He looked at me and handed me some roast meat and a glass of milk.

"This is our breakfast. I'm not very hungry. Give me the rest when you're done. Besides, you should drink your milk. "Having said that, Kral looked at me for a few seconds and then he went into the car and started flipping through the books.

I had my breakfast and sat in front of th