A few hours later

The palace is very quiet now, except for the cooing of the child, Leowaini, here in the vast palace hall. He plays with a red ball of yarn, pushing it with his hands as he walks up the stairs to the upper rooms.

The door is closed. A muffled sound comes from the guest bedroom. Svetlana is chattering as usual, dressed in her nightgown, while Leoyaru bandages Romalin's aching arm... slowly and carefully. The girl is still lying in bed, her breath calm, shallow, light, and soft.

Svetlana paces back and forth, her hand on her chin, muttering...

"Hmm! I don't know what to say to her when she wakes up, but honestly, I couldn't control my instincts. Her blood was so delicious. Gibanianli was right. Hmm, she must wake up at least. I promised her some money!"

Lyuyaro's eyes widened, and she turned to face her mother, saying,

"Mother, really! How could you promise her a salary? Do you mean a monthly salary, for example?!"

Sevatlana replied,

"Yes, that's right, Lyuyaro. You know, we didn't take her from a slave market; we found her at the Altai train station. She used to work for the Duke's palace. Yes, yes, and we found her dressed elegantly. Look, she even had a corset on!" She glanced at the torn clothes, but Lyuyaro still maintained her elegance despite what had happened to her.

Lyoyaro blinked in surprise and astonishment, her mouth opening in an 'O' shape. She said; With a stammer,

"Wh-what?! There's so much to the duke's palace, and at the same time, it's quite interesting. She seems to have a lot of experience taking care of a wealthy family like ours, haha!" she said, looking at Romalin lying in bed... and noticing that her mother was lost in thought, muttering to herself as she stared out the window, letting in the moonlight.

She replied again,

"Mom! What's on your mind? I think you're thinking about something, or rather, Romalin is on your mind, isn't that right?!"

Sevatlana jumped up in surprise...: