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Until midnight, Freya didn't step out of Arthur's room. She was with him, staring at his face constantly and wiping the sweat that covered his face. His face was pale, and his pulse and breathing were faint—but she wasn't scared, she believed that the Moon goddess wouldn't let him die just like that.

At a time, she recalled that she had made a deal with Elora about the incense pot, and the other way of saving Arthur was by knowing what exactly he inhaled and then the remedy would be sure.

When she was done cleaning his body, she decided to sneak into Elora's room that night. Waking her up from sleep and forcing her to hand it over when she's feeling sleepy is the easiest time.

As she reached the doorpost, she turned to glance at Arthur. “Poor thing! None of them have checked on you to know if you're still breathing.” she shook her head in pity and moved out of the room.

She entered Elora's room and shut the door, then moved straight to the bed. She drew her up by her arm and made her