Anos emerged from the guest room.
Elena was shocked, somewhat disbelieving her own eyes, wondering if she had seen wrongly.
"Elena, tell me, what exactly happened to you?"
Princess Anos asked indifferently.
Her tone left no room for doubt, as if a monarch was issuing commands from on high.
"Pr, Princess Anos... Is this... Am I still trapped in an illusion?"
Elena stood rooted to the spot, unmoving.
"Illusion?"
Anos asked in confusion.
Mira also burst out, sniffing at the air and detecting a faint scent of blood from Elena.
Elena, feeling dizzy, sat down on the bench, and Stephanie hurried to support her.
The noble young lady was gasping for air heavily.
Anos stepped forward, gently resting her hand on Elena's shoulder,
"Elena, what's the matter? It really is me, not an illusion."
"Is it really you? Didn't you leave the Imperial City?"
"The story is long."
Anos said succinctly,
"Feeling better? I await your answer."
After a moment, Elena nodded.
