A joyous atmosphere, unseen in the kingdom for a long time, filled the palace. Laughter echoed through the corridors, and faces weary from three months of sorrow were now bright with renewed hope. All eyes turned to Saruto, sitting on his bed, looking more present than ever, despite his frail body. His smile was enough to make everyone forget the pain they had endured.
Ryan was trying to persuade Saruto to fight, while Kyle was trying to stop him from making any more foolish moves. Kyle said, "Ryan, Saruto needs rest now, so let him rest."
Saruto simply smiled calmly, closing his eyes, and said in a tired but reassuring voice, "I won't keep you waiting long... but before we fight, I need to regain my strength and health first."
Everyone laughed, and an atmosphere of merriment and relief filled the hall, as if a heavy burden had finally been lifted from their chests.
Elsewhere in the palace, Star sat opposite Emilia in a quiet room bathed in the purple light of magic crystals suspended from the ceiling, having learned what she had done to save Saruto. Star approached her shyly, her voice filled with gratitude. "You saved him," she said, her voice brimming with emotion. "I don't know how to thank you enough for saving Saruto. If you hadn't, we might have lost him forever."
Emilia smiled faintly, a hint of pride in her eyes. "There's no need for thanks. I did what had to be done."
Before Star left, she bowed respectfully. "No matter what I do," she said warmly, "I could never do what you did for him."
Emilia smiled faintly at Star's words. A few minutes later, Lucien entered the room, looking more serious than usual, his eyes reflecting a mixture of emotions. He stood before Emilia and said sincerely, "I wanted to thank you for what you did... for Saruto. And also... I want to apologize for what I did before."
She gazed at him silently for a moment, then said with a gentle smile, "There's no need to apologize, Lucien. What you did was just a moment of anger."
Then, looking towards the window where the sky was beginning to darken, she added, "Now we must take care of Saruto."
Lucien nodded respectfully and left. After everyone was reassured about Saruto's condition, they all began returning to their kingdoms, each heir carrying an unforgettable gratitude in their heart.
The next morning, warm sunlight filtered through the curtains of the room when Saruto tried to rise from his bed. He slowly placed his foot on the floor, but his body betrayed him, and he fell to his knees. He gripped the edge of the bed, struggling to stand, sweat dripping from his forehead, his chest heaving. "So...weak," he whispered to himself.
Just then, the door opened and Ethan entered quietly, understanding what Saruto was trying to do. He stood beside him and helped him sit up, then said with a slight smile, "You don't seem to know the meaning of rest, do you?"
Saruto laughed wearily. "I don't want to stay like this...I have to move, I have to regain my strength."
Ethan looked at him intently, then said in a serious tone, "Then...let's go to the Time Room. It's the only place that can restore your body to what it was before in a short time."
Saruto looked up at him, his eyes shining with hope. "The Time Room...?"
Ethan nodded. "Train there until you regain everything you've lost. Are you ready?"
Saruto stood leaning on Ethan's shoulder and said in a firm but weak voice, "I've waited so long... Take me to her."
The two of them slowly left the room, the wind passing through the palace corridors as if blessing them, as they began their journey back to glory.