Chapter 61

༺ The First Letter (61) ༻

A familiar ceiling revealed itself once I opened my eyes.

The pure white marble was scattering a faint light, reflecting the cozy sunlight throughout the room. There were no fancy decorations, but the hospital room, furnished with expensive furniture, was unnecessarily luxurious.

It wasn’t the kind of room a second son of a countryside Viscount would normally be able to enjoy and was only possible because it was the Academy.

As soon as I woke up, a stiff pain spread from my forearm. My hand had gone numb, as if paralyzed from the pain, and I couldn’t help but smile bitterly as I tried to clench my fist.

I couldn’t even count how many times I had been here as of late. It felt like I was visiting the temple every two days – Not only for my personal hospitalization, but also to visit my friends.

I had been stopping by to check up on Emma once or twice a week and I figured I would do the same on my way out today as well.

Having decided to do so, I opened my eyes and tried to sit up when the sound of someone’s breaths entered my ears. When I turned towards the sound, I saw a small girl with black hair sleeping with her face buried in a pillow on the bed.

It was Celine. Last night, I had rushed to the temple after performing an emergency treatment, but the bleeding had been so severe that I had lost consciousness. She must have stayed by my side throughout the night without heading back to the dormitory.

It was understandable. After all, I was hospitalized from our duel.

Fortunately, it wasn’t a serious injury. The blade had penetrated into my bone and even the bone marrow had become contaminated. However, it wasn’t much of an issue. Although profanities littered my mouth during the treatment, it was quickly taken care of since there was always a high-ranking priest present at the Academy’s temple.

Unfortunately, no matter how potent divine power was, it was impossible to relieve the accumulated fatigue in the human body. My body was already at its limit due to numerous injuries, and a few days of rest were required separate from the treatment.

As such, Professor Andrei from the Theology department, who was in charge of my treatment, had forcibly admitted me into the temple even when I had told him I was fine. He remained firm even when I expressed my concern for my grades due to numerous absences.

Instead, Professor Andrei promised he would personally notify the professor in charge of today’s lecture. When I continued to glare at him defiantly, he threatened to bring the Saintess and leave her in charge of me.

The Saintess had recently taken upon herself to scold me, and I didn’t even want to imagine just how long I would have to listen to her sermons again if she were to find out I had once again been severely injured to the point my arm had almost been cut off. In the end, I despairingly gave up on resisting.

Seeing how Celine had constantly probed my face, she must have noticed my gloominess.