"I-Is Seira all right!?"
Clarisse burst through the door and hurried inside, looking worried.
Isabella and the maids, who had been discussing something, were startled by her sudden arrival.
Isabella smiled.
"Seira's fine. She's just exhausted."
Clarisse let out a sigh of relief and patted her chest.
She walked over to the bed and looked at her daughter lying there.
A cold glint flashed in her eyes before quickly fading away.
"I'm sorry for troubling you, Isabella," Clarisse said with an apologetic smile. "You must have had a hard time looking after her, right?"
Isabella shook her head.
"No, I'm fine. Seira is my daughter too, so it's only natural for me to take care of her when she's sick."
Clarisse simply nodded without saying anything more.
"By the way, since Seira has fallen ill, the throne is technically vacant now, isn't it?"
The sudden question caught Isabella off guard, but she quickly composed herself and nodded.
"That's right. Why do you ask?"
