I looked into the mirror and brushed aside my blue hair. The reflection staring back at me looked utterly exhausted. Some spots on the bandages were still stained with blood, but the wounds had already closed. Even the burn marks had disappeared—perhaps thanks to some sort of medicine. "How are you feeling, young master?" I turned at the voice behind me and offered my thanks to the old man. "Thank you. I feel a lot better now." The old man was a gardener who lived and worked in a small shed built on the mansion grounds. Though he had family, he'd been living alone since his wife passed away. The shed, tucked away in a hidden corner of the estate's vast gardens, was apparently a repurposed storage building. "I'm glad to hear that. You were in quite a dangerous state. If it had been the mansion’s physician, the treatment might have been more thorough..." Though the old man sounded apologetic, he was once a soldier. He seemed to know a fair bit ...