In a dark room.
Only the light of the lamp was present here. It covered the space of the room.
However, that was enough to see what the place looked like.
An armchair.
A scroll rack and a hearth—of course, the hearth had been turned off long before.
And, sitting on that armchair, Kevin spoke in a normal voice.
"Get him up."
The old man with white hair quickly nodded before his master and flicked his fingers.
Immediately, a stream of green mana scattered from his hand and fell upon a figure who was already unconscious.
As time passed,
the man slowly began to regain sensation and woke up.
With dimmed vision, he struggled to sit up, but he couldn't—his wrists and feet were chained.
He glanced upward to look around and asked in a blurry voice:
"W-Where am I?"
...
"Nothing special. Just my room. Now, we'll settle that matter—together, right?"
Kevin still had his eyes closed, gazing at nothing.
