The next day, Lucretius was already fine as if the fever hadn't affected him the day before. His expression was unreadable, his royal military uniform was crisp, exuding the frightening authority of a commander as he had always been.
I almost questioned if I was imagining him shivering, how he was being stubborn to take his medicine and eat the food, and how he caressed my waist as he fell asleep on me. But seeing how he was dependent on me despite being tenacious, I knew that it was real.
Since Lucretius was absent yesterday, he got piled up with workloads while attending some strategic meetings to know the situation in the Auritaurie. Marlin was present, too, to provide the updates we received from our intel.
Since I wasn't allowed to be there, all I could do was to inspect the troops
