This Goblin Won't Give Up!

Chapter 32

"Is she going to be alright?" I heard Auntie Sara ask through my half-awake state.

I couldn't remember-

"Nggh~!"

Why couldn't I remember what happened last night? What happened?

"She will be fine," the arch-priest said back to her. "She just became overwhelmed by the stress. It's not easy for one's mental state to experience what she did. To help her recover, she needs to take it easy, though after seeing the state of her mind, it will take her quite some time. The more traumatic events she experiences at a young age, the higher the chance they will affect her mental growth. Perhaps sending her to the church-"

"No, she will stay with us. I appreciate that you came here on such short notice, and I owe you a debt for this, but I will not be sending her to the church," Grandpa said, refusing to give me up, filling me with a nice warm feeling.

"I know that you may have heard the rumors of the church, but you must think of the child's safety and wellbeing before anything else. Just remember that when the time comes, the doors to the church will always be open for her."

"Again, that won't be necessary."

"Fine, as you wish. Oh, before I go, something is interesting that I must discuss with you both. The last time I checked her mana levels, I found they were quite low. While treating her, I noticed that her mana levels were the same, but there was something strange about it. It's hard to explain. Though I can confirm that it is not life-threatening."

"Well, whatever it is, it can wait. You two get out of here!" Auntie Sara silently yelled, forcing them to continue their conversation elsewhere, much to my dismay. I wanted to hear more about my mana levels and what was strange about them.

"Illya, it's not nice to eavesdrop on people," she said, gently running her fingers through my hair.

"Auntie, what happened?"

The last thing I could remember before waking up was... what was it? The market? The guy with the cotton candy? Ugh, everything feels weird right now. Why couldn't I remember anything?

"Nothing that bad, sweetie. You just had a nasty fever, and Uncle freaked out a bit, calling the head priest to help, but it was nothing. You should go back to bed."

"Really?"

It felt like she was trying to hide something from me, but I didn't know what. Was this something that I forgot?

"There you are! The moment I heard the news, I rushed right over," Uncle Damien yelled, storming into the room.

"Damien, what are you doing here!" Auntie Sara yelled at him, clearly not happy to see him.

I wasn't happy to see him either. Whenever he showed up, he would always cause problems for everyone else.

"I heard that Illya collapsed. I was staying on the other side of the mansion; I only just heard about it. Is she alright?"

What? He asked me if I was alright when he... he... he, um, what did he do to me again? I feel like I am missing something significant right now.

"She's fine, you can go now," Auntie Sara said, blocking me from his line of sight.

"Are you sure? I was so worried when she almost-"

"Stop, not another word from you."

Auntie Sara's voice turned dark. I guess they didn't want me to think about what happened. Though, to be honest, this secrecy made me only want to know more.

"Alright, alright, I was just worried that she was finding it hard to adjust to sleeping in a new bed. She shouldn't be wandering around late at night. Who knows what other kinds of trouble that she can get herself into."