When Juin woke up, the first thing he saw was the blinding light emitted by the long fluorescent lightbulbs on the ceiling. The memories from last night started to return to him, and he wondered how long he was out this time.
"Urgh…" Juin groaned as he tried to cover his eyes from the bright assault. Unfortunately, he was unable to lift his left hand past his chest. After a few tries, he simply gave up and closed his eyes tightly for a while.
His body felt as if it had been broken and put back together, and the feeling was like he had just run 100 miles at one go, extremely exhausted and in seemingly forever kind of pain.
"Your Majesty…" Juin called out weakly, hoping to talk to the demon king.
However, the voice that replied to him was not the usual arrogant one.
"Who is Your Majesty?"
The voice was too deep to be that of a child.
