“What are you doing here? Crowd loved you!”

  “I can't stop my hands from shaking.”

  “Do you think my voice doesn't shake after every song I sing?

  All you have to do is keep playing, I know it's hard, but once you get into the flow, everything becomes natural.

  Come on, let's get back, you're amazing.”

  **

  “You’re amazing!”

  “Amazing…? No, Rat King, Rat King I am.”

  “Yes, I am sorry, you are Rat King.”

  When I opened my eyes slowly, I realized I was in my room, but I was not alone. I saw Sergius quickly stroking the head of a cat-like argon with light blue eyes, red and white fluffy fur, wearing a long red ragged coat. The argon narrowed its eyes and shook its head, while Sergius stroked its cheeks and under its chin like a pet.

  When I opened my eyes a little more, someone grabbed my cheek and moved my head and I met my mother's gaze. She hugged me tightly without saying anything.

  “He's awake!” Sergius shouted and I looked around in shock as all my family members gathered around me.

  “I wouldn't have tried to run away if I knew I’ll faint when I ran out of mana,” I murmured, my voice was hoarse, or rather my throat felt tight. Did I really catch a cold?

  My mother smiled and kissed my forehead and took the arrow from my bedside and gave it to me, “You fainted from blood loss.”

  From blood loss?

  “I thought-”

  “You can't ‘protect’ yourself if you don't have mana, you have to be more careful,” my mother interrupted me and continued, “You are lucky that Rat King was close.”

  Rat King?

  I looked at the argon standing a little ahead with his head down.

  “I followed, the knights will accompany you but they can't always protect, I walked, I walked, the carriages were too fast but I walked, the rats found you, I would have saved you but I couldn't, section 7 paragraph 9 no operation if there is a risk of injury to anyone, section 7 paragraph 10 no operation can be proposed if children are hostages.”

  He was speaking very fast.

  “Thank you.”

  Rat King tilted his head, smiled and started to walk around in a 2 steps left and 2 steps right motion.

  When I tried to get out of bed, my mother pushed me down and put me on the bed. “Where do you think you're going sick? Your wounds may have healed, but that doesn't change the fact that you're cold.”

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  “'Alt...” When I heard Julian's voice I turned my head towards him and he handed me my dagger and thanked me.

  I looked at it for a while, and I saw the blood on the floor. When my heart started to beat faster, my father took the dagger and put it on the nightstand, and my father patted Julian's head as Julian looked at me in confusion.

  “Are you okay?” Father sat on the edge of my bed and put his hand on my forehead and I tried to say, “I'm fine-” but my voice was so low that I couldn't even hear myself. When my heartbeat got really fast I closed my eyes and my mother came over and held my cheek and said, “It's okay, you're okay,” and kissed my cheek.

  “Okay, you rest, I'll be here.”

  **

  I spent at least 2 days sleeping, and every time I woke up I saw my mom lying in bed with me, and at the same time Rat King was standing at the door of my room. Even though it was strange that he was still here, because I didn't know him at all, I had questions I wanted to ask him. According to my mother, he was the one who tell her the information about light, and although I wasn't entirely sure, there was a slight possibility that this Rat King could be someone like me.

  But there was one problem, this cat didn't seem to be mentally stable.

  As I sat up slightly in my bed, my mother got up and asked, “Are you hungry?” I nodded silently and she said, “I'll be right back,” and left my room, at which point I called for Rat King.

  “You can come in,” I said as Rat King paced back and forth in front of my door with his head bowed and he bowed his head once more and walked in.

  “You said the rats found us, right?”

  Rat King nodded his head up and down quickly, “Rats are good, they call them dirty, but if you walk where they walk you'll get dirty too, they're loyal and good natured.”

  “Okay, what I want to ask is, how did they show you the way, did they come and accompany you to where we are?”

  “They share their views with me and I share my food.”

  Yes, that was the spell my mother used.

  “My mom told me about the spell you used, and there's something I want to ask you.

  Who taught you how to use light like that?”

  Rat King shook his head slightly left and right, looked at the floor for a very short time and then looked me in the eye.

  “Ibn al-Haytham 965 AC, AC? What is AC? After Christ? What is Christ? Later, of course, later. The light reflects from the object, it comes to the eyes, the eyes form the image, there are other studies, but it's a great discovery for its time, Muslims were amazing back then, it's a pity really. Muslims? Later. Okay later. How do you know this guy, Nancy-”

  “You said Nancy, didn't you? Do you know where I can find her?” I interrupted him, and I seemed to get my answer when he got a sad look on his face.

  “She's gone, I don't know, I can't find her.”

  This girl Nancy can't be one of my friends. Not because she was a girl, but because she was obviously too intelligent compared to my friends. But this girl was a ray of hope, because it meant that others in this world had been reincarnated besides me.

  “Thank you for saving me.” After I said that, I put my hand to his chin and as soon as I touched his fur, I suddenly wanted to pet him. My hands seemed to move on their own and I started to stroke his cheeks, his head and the underside of his chin quickly. Just like I had petted my dog before. He was not an animal, I realized, but he was so cute! And I was also very happy with the information I had learned!

  While I was still petting the Rat King, my mother came into the room and sat on my bed with a tray of soup. She watched me for a while and said, “It makes me happy to see you smiling, are you feeling better?” I stopped petting Rat King and turned to my mom and kissed her on the cheek.

  “Altevia, would you like a pet?” Mother asked as she took a spoonful of the soup and fed it to me and I looked at her in surprise.

  “Pet?”

  “If you want...”

  “I want one.”

  Of course, I wanted a pet, especially in a fantasy world, who wouldn't want to walk around with a big wolf or a magical animal like my sister's?

  I was about to get out of bed when my mom grabbed me by the shoulders and laid me back down, “Where do you think you're going? Drink your soup, you're not better yet.” I sighed and drank my soup from the spoon she put in my mouth.