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“…!”

Aristine was lying in the water with her arms draped limply over the bathtub.
She tried to get up several times but struggled, as if it was difficult to control her own body.

The moment she raised her head slightly, Tarkan knew what it meant to have your heart sink into your chest.

Aristine’s face was so white that you had to wonder if someone could be so pale.
Her lips and cheeks had no color either.

“Aristine!”

As he rushed up to her, her eyes closed, and her purple eyes disappeared from his sight.

Power drained from her slender body.
If she were to fall anywhere on that hard tub, the outcome would be terrible.

The moment that thought flashed through his mind, Tarkan was already holding Aristine.
His body moved before he could even think.

Her slender body was incredibly light, even in its limp state.
At the same time, she felt cold like he was holding a block of ice.

Blood drained from Tarkan’s face too.

How can a human body be so cold? Tarkan knew what it meant for someone’s body to be so cold.
It was a temperature he had experienced many times while protecting but losing many people on the battlefield.

“Princess Consort!”

The terrified court ladies quickly rushed in.

The moment they saw Aristine’s condition, they moved like well-oiled hands of a clock.
They covered Aristine’s body with a large towel and quickly ran out to get a brazier.

“Your Highness, you can punish us later.
Please bring Her Highness this way.”

A court lady said and bowed deeply to Tarkan.

Tarkan didn’t even look at the court ladies and walked towards the brazier.

Several braziers were set up in front of the glass window that allowed the hot summer sun to peek in.

A magical flame burst out the furnaces, instantly warming the room.

Tarkan sat on the lounge chair, holding Aristine tightly.
Even while unconscious, Aristine’s body was trembling so he couldn’t leave her alone to lie down by himself.
The court ladies ran around, racing to dry Aristine’s hair.

“Call a royal doctor, no, call Umiru.”

“Yes, Your Highness.”

The court lady who replied quickly left the room and another court lady came in with a thick bath robe.

The towel wrapped around Aristine’s body had already dampened so it wasn’t good to keep it on her any longer.

“Your Highness, a moment please.”

Tarkan was reluctant to release Aristine from his arms, but he eventually gave her to the court ladies.
They carefully clothed Aristine in the bathrobe and laid her on the lounge chair.

They even took out a thick winter blanket to cover her and began massaging her limbs to help with blood circulation.

Tarkan watched all this with anxiety on his face.

The room was so hot but Aristine’s complexion showed no sign of recovery.

“Is Umiru still not here?”

The moment that question fell, the door swung open.

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