First Legendary Dragon: Starting With The Limitless System novel Chapter 267

Chapter 267: House Delmire and House Duckvale

Sunlight spilled gently through the curtains, bathing Seraph’s room in a soft, warm glow. The room was quiet, comfortable, and serene, a stark contrast to the chaotic memories still faintly haunting the corners of her fragile mind.

Her delicate figure sat quietly at the small wooden table by the window, her long green hair cascading softly over slender shoulders.

Her emerald-green eyes, gentle yet troubled, were fixated on the neatly arranged parchment before her.

She traced carefully written letters with a trembling finger, mouthing each word silently. Her lips parted, trying desperately to shape sounds she once knew, yet they emerged only as faint, uncertain whispers.

"O... O-ri... Or-ion..." she whispered softly, the effort evident in the furrowing of her brow and the hesitant movement of her lips.

Each syllable was a small victory, yet each required tremendous strength and resolve.

Just as she gathered her determination to try again, a gentle knock resonated quietly through the wooden door, startling Seraph slightly.

A familiar voice called softly from outside, respectful yet cheerful. "Miss Seraph, I’m entering inside."

Seraph’s eyes widened briefly in hesitation, anxiety flashing clearly within her gaze before she steadied herself.

Carefully, she set the parchment aside, smoothing the fabric of her simple gown. Taking a deep breath, she calmed herself down.

The door opened gently, revealing a kind-faced maid in a neat uniform, smiling warmly and respectfully. "Good morning, Miss Seraph. It’s time for your bath," the maid said gently, extending a welcoming hand toward her.

Seraph hesitated, her green eyes filled momentarily with a question she desperately wished to voice.

She opened her mouth slightly, yearning to ask about Orion—why hadn’t he come to visit her for the past few days?

Why had the only bright spot in her life suddenly vanished? Yet the words caught painfully in her throat, fear and uncertainty strangling them before they could escape.

Noticing Seraph’s struggle, the maid tilted her head slightly, her expression gentle and reassuring. "Is something wrong, Miss Seraph?" she inquired softly.

Seraph’s cheeks flushed faintly in embarrassment, her gaze falling toward the floor. She shook her head slowly, unable to muster the courage needed to voice her question aloud.

Instead, she took the maid’s offered hand quietly, allowing herself to be guided gently toward the washroom.

The bath was warm and comforting, gently washing away her lingering anxieties for a brief, blissful moment.

Yet even as she relaxed amidst the soothing steam and fragrant soaps, her mind wandered inevitably back to Orion. Where had he gone? Was he safe? Would he come soon?

After the bath, wrapped comfortably in a fresh gown, Seraph returned to her chamber. Soon afterward, another maid arrived, carrying a neatly arranged platter of fresh fruits and crisp vegetables, the vibrant colors inviting and enticing.

"Please enjoy your meal, Miss Seraph," the maid said kindly, placing the tray gently on the table. Seraph didn’t react to it as she continued to sit still while gazing out of the window before looking at the food as the maid left.

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