Clear sunlight seeped into my eyelids. The spreading haze of light covered the outlines beyond in blurry shadows.
Where was this place?
I pondered with a mind still not clear. I felt several gazes surrounding me.
The first to speak was the shadow across from me.
“Hallucinations, auditory hallucinations, or delusional disorder… It might be more serious than imagined.”
As I shifted my weary gaze, the shadow finally cleared. Then, the familiar face of an old man came into view.
His eyes, clad in tattered clerical robes, were fixed on the documents in one hand. Probably documents summarizing my antics from last night.
Yes, that’s right.
As memories surfaced one by one, I couldn’t help but sigh. Last night, I met Delphirem, the Saintess returned, and due to excessive excitement, a bucketful of blood poured from my mouth.
The result was my current pitiful state.
Sitting weakly in front of key figures from various countries, listening to interrogations.
At least my stomach wasn’t churning. Probably thanks to the Saintess taking measures in advance, though I wasn’t particularly pleased.
Because it meant the Saintess…