Julius Ginellevé bolted up from his bed, and reached for his sword—only to find that he didn't have it with him. And it was only then that he remembered what had happened, he assessed his entire person. He was shirtless, but his entire chest was wrapped in bandages. Each one of them was clean and not a speck of blood on them.
And so he was alive.
He bit back a rueful smile, "I should have planned it out better."
"Easy, boy." The Royal Doctor Griphon sighed and leaned back against his chair. "You had a nasty blood loss so take it easy. Even for someone like you, I recommend you to take it slow and come to your senses and stop with all of that nonsense going through your head."
