The familiar ceiling he had looked at countless times.
Colin opened his eyes, lay in bed for a while to dispel that inexplicable sense of daze, took a deep breath, stopped lazing in bed, and turned his head to glance at the clock on the wall.
"March 3rd, it seems like it's been over three days and a few hours..."
Colin shifted his position to lean against the headboard, did some quick mental calculations of the train ride and mission duration, and it was roughly correct.
Then, he rubbed his hungry stomach, summoned the Little Maid, had her split off a part of herself to continue participating in various official experiments, and had her prepare some food ingredients to start making a feast...
Although, with his level of strength, his need for food was not high, theoretically he could go a long time without eating and it wouldn't matter much, at worst he would look a bit thinner like the previous Saintess, without much impact.
