The pain— vanished instantly.
All of a sudden.
Lucas gasped, his breathing heavy, yet his body felt strangely hollow. Weak. As if all his strength had been drained at once.
"Haah… haah…"
His hands trembled as he tried to move his fingers.
At that moment—
the bedroom door opened.
"Luc— Young Master?" Liona's voice rang out in panic.
She had just arrived, carrying a tray of food. The moment she saw Lucas's condition, she quickened her steps. She set the tray down on the small table beside the bed without caring about neatness.
"What's wrong?" she asked quickly.
Lucas swallowed. His head felt light, but it was spinning.
"I don't know," he answered honestly. "It hurt earlier… now I just feel weak."
He forced himself to sit back against the bed.
Only then did he realize—
he was still wearing his shoes.
"…Tsk."
Lucas lowered his head, trying to take them off himself. His hands felt stiff, his vision slightly swimming.
"Ugh—" his head tilted. "I'm dizzy…"
