"Awakening already?"
The white canvas of the medical tent appeared before him, and Fafnir's relieved expression filled his entire field of vision amidst the concerned voice.
The moment he regained consciousness and began to think, an overwhelming flood of memories awakened, hit by intense dizziness and heartbeat, Roland swayed as he attempted to rise, but the quick-reacting Fafnir hurriedly pressed him back onto the bed.
"You should continue to lie down and rest, the stimulant attack from Lucia was no joke. Even though no one has died suddenly from 'those lumps of meat' thus far, we can't ensure this record will hold indefinitely."
"...How embarrassing."
"It's okay, after all, that's one of her weapons. There's no end to the number of heroes and warriors defeated by 'those two lumps of meat'; one more doesn't make a difference."
"...Is this supposed to comfort me?"
