religious understanding of it.

Mama would ascend to heaven, wouldn''t she? She hadn''t done anything bad. Even when people hit her, she never fought back. Just like the teachings in the Bible.

The searing heat subsided, and suddenly, Fiona felt unbearably cold. It was as if she had fallen once again into that icy, snowy expanse. But this time, someone took hold of her sweaty little hand, bringing warmth to her entire being. Fiona smiled, knowing that the angel in the red dress had come to visit her once more.

"Edith..." she softly called out the fairy''s name, opening her eyes.

Yet by her bedside, only a deep, mellifluous male voice replied, "Hmm? Is that your classmate at school?"

Fiona immediately took in her surroundings. She had returned to her cozy, pretty bedroom in her new home.

"Monsieur the Marquis?"

The girl instinctively pulled her hand back, feeling that she should be afraid of the man before her. But why? She racked her brain trying to recall what had happened before she arrived here, but it was like a fog veiled her memories, blocking her gaze into the past. Her head throbbed, so she gave up trying to think further.

"What has happened to me?" she asked the Marquis de Sèvremont.

"You fell ill, my daughter. When the nun woke the students this morning, she found you lying still in bed. Upon closer inspection, she discovered that you had a high fever. To make it easier to take care of you, I immediately brought you back home," the Marquis replied smoothly and naturally.

"So, I was fou