Chapter 24

༺ The First Letter (24) ༻

Early in the morning, my eyes opened on their own. It was because my body remembered the time I always wake up at.

Assuming that I didn’t drink too much the night before, I just washed my face and prepared to head out. For most of the students attending the Knight Faculty, their morning schedule was dedicated mainly to training and lectures.

Human body is like a precise machine. Without proper lubrication every morning, it won’t react on time when it’s necessary.

This was common sense. Thus, there were only a few diligent students who would swing their swords from dawn, while the majority of the other students would choose to warm up by swinging their swords for a little while before breakfast.

It was a daily routine shared not only by the academy students but also by most swordsmen.

But unfortunately, I’ve been skipping the morning practice for a few days.

It wasn’t intentional. Rather, I wanted to practice. I had to rest for a day or two. However, if you don’t move your body for a few days, the feeling of lethargy intensifies.

My body, which had always been light, suddenly seemed heavy. Just like anyone else,this was an extremely unpleasant sensation, especially for a swordsman.

The swordsman’s body had to be a sword in itself. There should be no incongruity, whether it be in body or mind. But now my body isn’t in its optimal condition.

The desire to stand up right now and return to daily life was ringing like a bell. But I couldn’t do that because of the bandages wrapped around my body right now.

Every time I looked at those clean, soft gauze, I realized that I was still injured. It’s white now, but the bandage I saw when I first opened my eyes was a complete mess.

It was covered in clotted blood and pus. The horrendous scene shocked me more deeply than the throbbing pain.

When the priests infused divine power, the recovery speed of my wounds increased. It was normal for the bleeding to stop as well. However, the fact that there was blood and pus on the bandages even when I woke up meant that the degree of my wounds was severe.

I must have almost died, and when that realization dawned upon me, my drive to go out and return to my daily routine just fell apart.

Now is the time to quietly focus on getting better. No matter how quickly I wanted to return to my daily routine, it was meaningless if my body didn’t properly heal. I was the one who would suffer a loss if I rushed my recovery.