The next morning.
Akalaisi hadn't slept well at all. Still weakened from her injuries, she stepped out with noticeable dark circles under her eyes.
Romon's morning plans had been set the night before—he intended to personally pay respects to the Goddess of Wisdom and try his luck at boosting his cultural points. Who knew, maybe that would inspire the dwarves to develop a third-generation machine.
No sooner had he stepped outside than he ran into Akalaisi.
"You shouldn't be up and about yet," Romon reminded her. This queen was a precious asset—if she could return to peak condition sooner, Thune Territory's safety would be guaranteed. If she failed to recover fully within half a month because she ignored treatment, that would be a real pity.
