When Zoemi opened his eyes, he was already in the master bedroom of the Banemor mansion – not just the bedroom, but the king-sized bed too.
He didn't realize it, but at some point, he must have lost consciousness, because the last thing he remembered was his corpse puppet sentinels grabbing his arms and pulling him into the darkness.
They certainly didn't knock him out on purpose or anything – but that was actually more problematic than if they attacked him.
"...mana is poison..."
The black-haired boy spoke to himself, raising his hand over his face and looking at it.
...he couldn't stop it from shaking...
He was feeling extremely tired, but at least his stomach wasn't hurting.
When Metavicero froze his mana he actually felt unstoppable, but he also almost got severe frostbite from that, but this was different.
Actually, even taking the feeling of exhaustion into consideration, this was the best he felt in a while.
*knock* *knock*
"...?"
