712 Agnes’ Condition

Ignorant of her friend's thoughts, Agnes turned her gaze towards the servants who were at a loss on whether or not to enter the room.

When her greyish-white eyes fell upon them, they all felt exposed, like Agnes was peering into everything about them and they could do nothing to block her gaze.

She ignored their reactions and pointed at her messy hair; with the servants immediately getting the hint and rushing into the room.

One brought a basin of water for her to wash her face, another brought a warm towel, while a third retrieved a brush from a drawer and quickly tidied up her hair.

When they were done, a fourth servant came in with a tray, but the content was a single glass of reddish-brown liquid that caused Agnes to frown as she sensed the familiar magic emanating from it.

"Can I skip this thing?"

"Apologies, but we were instructed to make sure you take it everyday."