Nightmare?
Lucien was exhausted and mentally drained from the recent discussion and decided to return to his bed.
Ever since his resurrection, he found himself tiring easily, and though he knew he needed to explore his new unique skill, rest seemed more important at the moment.
As he made his way to the bed, his eyes fell on the trolley that Gibson had brought into his room.
It was laden with desserts and fruits, but what caught his attention the most was a bottle of whipped cream.
He picked it up, turning it over in his hands, puzzled.
"This must be Seren's doing," he murmured to himself, wondering why she would bring something so specific.
In the end, he decided not to dwell on it and placed the whipped cream back on the trolley. He lay down on the bed, staring up at the ceiling, his mind drifting back to his women.
"Has Dad already told Brigantiea and Lithira?" he mused aloud, feeling a pang of regret.