Wain slowly opened his eyes as he grabbed his head with a painful look.
'Fuck... How much does it hurt, but... I feel great... How is that possible?' Wain inwardly muttered as he looked around.
He was sitting at the same table in the corner of the bar. At this time, there were three other people in the bar beside him, Osvald, Sven, and Marlis.
Sven and Osvald played chess while Marlis watched them from the sidelines. Osvald was losing, but only a little, it looked like they were playing at about the same level, but Sven was just in control, which was given off by a sly smile on his face.
"Argh... Sven, why do I feel like I've already lost? Although... it happens every time I play with you..." Osvald muttered with a thoughtful look.
"Well, if you keep thinking in that direction, you'll definitely lose." Sven said before making a move, then he turned to Wain, "Good morning, you slept quite a long time, didn't you?"
