Chapter 101 : Is There Something New Wrong With My Eyes?

Before she opened her eyes, Milly felt a soft fabric beneath her, the same as yesterday. The sensation instantly woke her.

She looked around. The moldy stone walls, the blanket she was lying on, and the guard outside the cage were all in view. After a moment of stunned silence, she shot up. “I can see?”

She rubbed her eyes in disbelief. She had expected to wake up to darkness. She held up her hand. All five fingers were clear.

She could really see.

It was a little blurry, like she was slightly nearsighted. But for now, it was the best outcome. A little blurriness didn’t matter. She could see the light again. She didn’t want to go back to that endless darkness.

The blanket was the same as this morning. Someone had taken care of her again. She looked at her wrist, as delicate as carved jade. The wounds from the holy water had healed. They had healed her body, and then her eyes. They must have only found out about her eyes yesterday.

And when she woke up, her stomach wasn’t growling. She even felt full. They had given her water, and then food.

Her face flushed. She wondered how they had fed her. If it was liquid, it was one thing. But if not… had she been sleeping so soundly that she hadn’t felt anything?

She didn’t know who had done it. In this place, where she was an outcast, where they wanted to torture her, someone was risking their life to help her.

A bitter smile. There was only one answer.

Her?

She touched her neck. She had felt something yesterday, but now, it was smooth, as if it had all been a hallucination.

If she was still alive, why was she doing this for her?

She looked at the unconscious guard outside the cage. She couldn’t see his face, so she couldn’t judge his expression.

Wait… was there something wrong with her eyes?

A few lines of blurry text were floating around the guard, like ink smudged by water. She couldn’t make out the characters.

She rubbed her eyes. The blurry text was still there.

A side effect of the healing?

She tried to decipher the characters, to match them with the language systems in her mind.

Her eyes began to ache. She had to close them. She still couldn’t make out a single word.

It was too blurry, like a blob of ink.

When her eyes had rested, she looked at the cage. The moment she did, blurry text appeared beside it.

What was happening?

She looked at the blanket. Blurry text appeared beside it too.

Whatever she looked at, text appeared?

She looked at the floor. Text appeared. She looked at the stone wall. Nothing.

The ceiling. Nothing.

Not everything had text. She looked at her own hand. Nothing.

So, the guard, the cage, the blanket, and the floor.

In game terms, the first three were easy. A character, an interactive object, and an item. So the blurry text was their information.

But that didn’t explain the floor. Unless there was something under it.

She knocked on the floor, listening carefully.

It sounded solid. No hidden passage.

Then why the text?

And all this was just a guess. She wouldn’t know for sure until she could read the text.

She wondered if the memory fragments could give her a clue. She touched the back of her hand. The moment the book sigil appeared, a dense block of text appeared beside it, more than she had seen before.

This was more complicated than she thought.

She tried to touch the text. Her fingers passed right through it. No substance.

If she looked at her reflection in a mirror, would text appear?

After a while, the guard outside began to stir. The blanket beside her vanished, as if it had never been there.

The blanket’s owner had erased all traces of her visit.

Before the guard could look at her, she quickly curled up in the corner of the cage, as usual.

She had to pretend she was still blind.

A blind, powerless demon. After a while, they would let their guard down.

The chance of escape was slim, but not zero.

And it was also for the person who had helped her. She couldn’t let them be discovered because of her.

She lay curled in the cage, listening to the unfamiliar footsteps outside.

“The Pope has ordered her to be taken to the sanctuary for purification.”

She closed her eyes. She had to protect her eyes today. They couldn’t be damaged again.

After another day of torture, she was thrown back into the cage. She had seen the old fool’s angry face today. And of course, blurry text had appeared beside him.

Pain washed over her. She wanted to stay awake, to see who came at night, but she couldn’t. She passed out.

In the middle of the night, Lillian opened the cell door and entered. She lifted the small, curled-up Milly, her eyes filled with tenderness.

“Time for today’s treatment.”