Merely reaching this point had taken a truly long time.
“…H-how long did it take…?”
“Hmm, let me see. Approximately 281 years?”
It was such an unexpectedly long span that the question, What in the world does that mean? came naturally. But it was not a lie.
It might have been unfamiliar to Seo Gio, the ordinary art teacher, and Giovanni, the short-lived priest. But with Argio’s identity currently dominant, Gio had spent that neither-long-nor-short period beside the man without any particular difficulty.
Yet even for an Evil God who had lived centuries, devoting time to helping one person was an unfamiliar experience. It had been fresh and pleasant in its own way.
“And another two months and twenty-one days have passed since.”
“…Pardon?”
“I apologize because it seems difficult to believe, but it is true.”
He had devoted longer than expected to the man’s rehabilitation, but it posed no serious problem. Whatever the mages who used Gio’s home as a laboratory had done, time flowed quickly only within this place.
‘So there was a reason my home stood firm throughout those harsh years.’
Considering the man’s condition more serious than expected, Gio adjusted the flow slightly further.
While 281 years, two months, and twenty-one days passed, only approximately ninety-four years elapsed in the Black Forest outside the ruins, and roughly three days passed on Earth.
Gio felt proud.
“Only because it was I could you awaken this quickly. Had…