[Tell me, children of Aerdrin... is your will truly yours? Or was it a mere Fantasia of the unseen, with grief as its string and bliss as the anodyne?]
Up above the sky-piercing garden, Rein sits, tending to the younger prince. He can help but feel strange about how Sivias can still sleep soundly during the rowdy travel. The noisy Edric, the bouncy cart driven by Luis, and the commotion with the griffin. There's no way one could fall to slumber with all that ruckus. Unless...
" A d**g? "
Beaten by his curiosity, Rein performs a check-up on the little prince. First, he checked the pulse. It wasn't constant, sometimes it beats rapidly and sometimes it's not. Then he proceeds to check the eyes. There he found green-colored, worm-like objects, swirling at the pupils.
" Unstable pulses and
