Sylvester opened his eyes slowly and looked around. He realised that he was on a bed in some extremely minimalistic room with nothing but a bed.
'I feel surprisingly fresh after that beating.'
"You woke up? Good, I was wondering what I should tell your mother about your absence." The Pope's voice came from the side as he sat by the study table and wrote something. The man was still shirtless.
Sylvester looked down, and he, too, was shirtless. 'This Pope would have been in so much trouble if this were to happen in my previous world.'
"How long was I unconscious, your holiness?" He asked and stood up to stretch.
"Address me as mentor for you in private, and you've been asleep for an hour. It's nearly morning now, so you should head home. Take a nap, do your personal work by evening tomorrow, and then return here. This will be your schedule from now on. We shall train from evening to sunrise." The Pope instructed him before he left.
