PAID

Living with one arm was incredibly inconvenient.@@novelbin@@

Especially for someone who had been perfectly fine with both arms just a few days ago. Whenever I tried to use my right arm out of habit, all I got was the empty sleeve flapping around.

It would take some time to adjust, but by the time I got used to it, my arm would already be reattached. I just had to manage until the priest arrived.

Ironically, it wasn’t all bad. One upside was that Ashies had started doing things voluntarily.

Just this morning, for example.

She was trying to get up on her own without me waking her up.

“Ashies… getting up by herself?”

It was an astonishing improvement.

And then—

“Rami. Ah…”

Ashies brought a spoonful of soup to my lips, intending to feed me just like I had done for her once.

“I’m fine. I can eat by myself with my left hand.”

“Ah.”

It was practically forced consideration.

I tried to refuse, saying I could do it alone, but she completely ignored me.

Her tone carried an unshakable determination.

In the end, I had no choice but to quietly open my mouth and accept the spoonful.

“Is it… good?”

“Well… it’s better because Ashies is feeding me.”

Satisfied, Ashies gave a small nod.

But that wasn’t the end of it.