Marquis Branford frowned as he scanned the dimly lit room.

"This is a mess."

The stench of must and blood mixed in the air, revealing just how dire the situation had been.

Lying on the bed, Rosaline looked much more emaciated and unhealthy compared to just two weeks ago.

"Open the window."

Shwaaah!

The knights who had followed the marquis immediately opened the windows. They didn't pull back the curtains, just in case.

As the wind blew in, making the curtains flutter, several servants hurriedly stood in front of the windows to shield Rosaline from the light.

In one corner …