Silas continued studying the notebook and choosing his army. He only slept because Roland forced him.
Even then, he managed to close his eyes with the help of Ice-pick charm.
Sunlight landed on his eyelids and he let out a yawn, his cheek pressed against the wooden table.
For a brief moment, the light blinded him, forcing him to close his eyes. When the light faded, another yawn escaped from him.
Shifting his arm, he lifted up his head. He peeked over the room and saw Roland sitting on the floor. He was training his mental state.
He then turned his head to his bed and saw a succubus sleeping. Her clothes were loose and if he focused his attention onto it, he could see something holy from her.
But Silas didn't follow and stood up, going to the bathroom. He unwrapped the bandage from his face and looked at his disfigured face, flesh molding. His nose was gone as well.
Every time he looked at his face, he felt a wave of disgust at himself.
