"Your Excellency Marshal, do you wish to proceed with the subcutaneous injection now, or would you prefer to wait a while?"
Vilnia, who had just returned three glass syringes to the tray, looked up at Marshal Saint Arno.
"Let's do the injection now!" Marshal Saint Arno extended his hand and responded to Mr. Saint Arno.
Vilnia picked up the tray and placed it by the window, then opened the alcohol bottle and used forceps that had been sterilized with high heat to extract a small tuft of cotton from the bottle.
The alcohol-soaked cotton emitted a pungent odor, slightly heavier by a few grams than regular cotton.
Then Vilnia gently pinched the alcohol cotton with one hand and held Marshal Saint Arno's wrist with the other, softly swabbing the forearm. The cool sensation of the alcohol flowed into Marshal Saint Arno's mind.
