“They’ll be fine for now, as I’ve cast a spell to help them stabilize,” Faybie said as she dispelled the divine power lingering in her hand and addressed Joy.

Joy, lying on the bed, looked at Faybie with an expressionless face. Although she appeared cold and indifferent to the world, Faybie, who had known Joy for a long time, understood what thoughts lay behind that mask.

Thus, she wasn’t afraid at all, unlike others.

“Joy.”

When Faybie called her name, Joy slowly turned her head.

“Look at me.”

But when she added another phrase, Joy’s cold eyes met Faybie’s again.