[Few moments before.]
"Ugh..." My head throbbed as I attempted to sit up from the bed and...
'Prince-' a faint voice echoed in my mind, a voice I recognized well, the parasite.
"What is it!?" I grumbled, my voice laced with irritation, as I rubbed my eyes to shake off the drowsiness.
"Quite rude, aren't you?" Another voice chimed in, this time not from my thoughts but from my left.
I turned my gaze and found a bearded man seated in a chair, his expression carrying a mixture of emotions that I couldn't quite decipher.
"Headmaster?" I muttered, tilting my head in confusion. This had to be a dream, right?
I pinched my arm in an attempt to confirm my suspicions, but alas, it seemed that this was very much a reality, not a dream.
"Don't worry, you're not dreaming," Headmaster Stormborne sighed, rising from his seat.
"Why are you..." I began to ask, but my words trailed off as I caught a whiff of a strong smell—alcohol.
