The maid's hands instinctively flew to her mouth, her fingertips brushing against Ethan's cheeks as she struggled to comprehend the shocking revelation before her. "How... How are you alive?" she managed to stammer, her voice tinged with a mix of awe and disbelief.
Ethan's response was swift and curt, his tone cutting through the air with determination. "It doesn't matter," he retorted, his focus unwavering. "Where can I find Anna?" he pressed, urgency tingeing his words.
A flicker of sorrow passed over the maid's face, her gaze drifting towards the empty bed that stood silently in the room. "You mean the former priestess," she murmured, her voice laced with a hint of melancholy. "She passed away a few weeks ago, the cause believed to be heart failure or something like that".