Within an overly grand castle, a handsome young man wrapped head to toe in bandages wandered alone.
The castle looked as if it had been built for giants as massive doors engraved with intricate patterns towered over hallways long enough to make even a sane adult question their life choices.
But it wasn't an abode of giants.
It was the castle of the Demon King.
And the boy wandering through it was none other than Rael.
It had been nearly a week since the whole treasury incident ended, and he had only woken up yesterday, meanwhile, Arza, who had supposedly been injured far worse than him, had recovered within a single day.
But even after waking up, Rael wasn't allowed to leave the castle. Apparently, the healers believed his wounds were so severe that he could drop dead at any moment.
