In the bedroom of the tower on the east side of glanburg, bazaar was lying on the bed with her head heavy. The curtains were closed all around, and the room was dark.


    The servant came and went to check her condition and brought her three meals a day. But she has no appetite. The sweet fruits and tempting food in the past have no taste in her mouth. She seems to have lost her sense of taste.


    Nightmares also afflicted her.


    Since returning from the fortress, she seems to have been cursed by a wizard and lost her stable sleep.


    At first, she also tried to get rid of this bad situation and show the dignity that a noble lady should have.


    But when she summoned up her courage, braced herself and planned to go to the garden, before her steps had stepped out of the tower, the knight who came quickly told him: the giant broke through the wall, the wild people occupied the fortress, and the Marquis had ordered all men to take weapons!


    Most of the Knights left behind in the castle were transferred, and now only ten people are left to guard the gate. In just two or three days, panic spread from the fortress to the town, from the town to the castle, and now the whole avery is probably in chaos.


    Bazaar was frightened and had no spirit to pretend to be calm. She locked herself in the house all day and let the servants and housekeepers come and go.


    But fear did not intend to let her go.


    As soon as she closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep, the ferocious roaring giant and the endless wild people''s army would immediately rush into her mind.


    She dreamed that the fire lit the valley, the houses turned into ruins, and the giants and wild people merged into a black torrent. They slaughtered knights, burned down buildings, women and children fled in fear, and horses and human bodies were everywhere.


    She dreamed that she was standing alone on the fence path. She called out loudly. The torch floating in the face reflected an evil and ferocious smiling face of the wild people. She turned and ran away, but more wild people drilled out of the dark fence.


    She dreamed that she was standing on the drawbridge in the ditch, with a flame burning below. She pulled the rope tightly, but she saw rotten arms stretched out in the flame and faces with flesh and blood melting like candles.


    She cried for help, expecting a knight to fall from the sky, but saw a more terrible scene - her father was pinched in his hand by the giant, cried out her name in pain, and then was directly thrown into the fire pit by the roaring giant.


    ……


    One nightmare after another, bazaar could only curl up in bed all night. Sometimes she would suddenly see a huge eye blocking the window, and the footsteps outside the door would make her think that the ferocious wild people were about to break in.


    It''s hard to sleep after dawn, but my head is as heavy as lead. I''m exhausted when I wake up, even more tired than before.


    Now, she is haggard and can only lie in bed like a patient.


    "Miss Bertha."


    The sudden sound outside the door made bazaar on the bed curl up like a frightened little animal, looking warily at the door in the shadow.


    "Miss bazaar, are you all right? Can I go in?"


    Basha, who was dizzy, was stunned for a moment before she recognized that it seemed to be the voice of her maid Issa.


    "Isa... Is that you?" she asked cautiously, her voice weak and weak. "Are you outside the door?"


    "Yes, miss, this is Issa! Can I go in? Are you okay?"


    "Just... Are you alone?" she asked.


    "Yes, miss, only me!"


    Stunned, bazaar asked her to come in.


    The dark room made the maid Issa feel some sudden discomfort. She quickly walked to the window, put the food on the table, and then opened a gap in the curtain to put in a ray of sunshine.


    "Oh, Issa, damn it! What are you doing!" the sudden light scared bazaar into the quilt, like a rotten corpse afraid of the sun into the tomb. "Come on, close the curtains and don''t open them! Block the sun!"


    Issa surprisingly disobeyed her orders. She went to the bed, squatted down and whispered, "Miss, you really should eat some food, or you will be hungry. Get up and eat some food."


    "Window, is the window closed?" said Bertha in the quilt.


    "The sunshine is very good. I only put a little in so that it can be convenient for dinner. Miss, it''s all right. You don''t have to be afraid. The castle is very safe. Lord marquis will defeat those wild people."


    "You know what! You dare to disobey my orders!" bazaar shouted in the quilt. "The wild people are coming. They will climb in through the window. Hurry, pull the curtains!"


    How can the curtains block the wild people? The maid thought.


    "Miss, this is the tower. It''s impossible for wild people to climb up. Please come out and eat some food. It''s your favorite strawberry pie. Otherwise, when adults come back and see you, they will punish us severely. Everyone is very worried about your health."


    "What do you know! What do you know!" the quilt shook, and a frightened voice came from inside. "Giants, they have giants! Giants can see me directly. His eyes are right outside the window. The castle can''t stop the giants! The city wall can''t stop them! Hurry, close the curtains!"


    The maid Issa turned her head and looked at the window. There was nothing there except the bright sun and the clear sky.


    "Miss, there is no giant. I won''t lie to you. If you don''t believe it, you can see for yourself. If there is a giant, I''ll close the curtain immediately. Miss..." isa begged in a soft tone.


    The quilt was still shaking. After a moment, Bertha tried to ask, "really... Really? You, do you promise there is no giant?"


    "No, I promise not!"


    After a while, the trembling quilt raised a slit. Bazaar hid in it, squinted and looked out of the window vigilantly.


    There was really nothing in the window except the glare of the sun.


    "Miss." she leaned down, and the maid looked forward to bazaar through the gap of the quilt.


    "Really, really gone." bazaar slowly drilled out her head, her hands still holding the quilt tightly.


    Looking at her haggard and disheveled face without any sense of beauty, the maid Issa immediately said, "Miss, please eat something. Your present appearance is really worrying. If the Marquis knows, it will hurt! I''ll let someone boil water later. When I finish the meal, I''ll serve you to take a bath. You should be noble and beautiful..."


    Basha''s head was so heavy that she didn''t hear what the maid said. When she struggled to lean against the head of the bed, she got up, but it was spinning.


    The maid quickly brought the juice. After drinking a little juice, the shaking room in her eyes gradually stabilized, but her face was still white and scary, like a layer of white frost.


    "Miss, please have something to eat..." the maid looked at her with a begging face.


    After another moment, the stunned bazaar suddenly grabbed her arm and asked hurriedly, "what about now? Have all the giants been beaten away? Where''s my father?"


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