''It hurts.'' Carl grimaced and opened his eyes, just to see the wooden ceiling.
But… what? He shouldn't be lying in this room at this time.
Groggy, Carl slowly raised himself up, leaning against the head of the treatment bed.
He glanced around in confusion and then looked down at his current state—some bandages wrapped around his abdomen, chest, and other places.
He could feel a dull pain numbing under the bandages.
''What happened?''
''Huh? Did you lose some memories? I suppose there was some damage to your head.''
Nearby, Earl spoke up.
He was sitting on a chair, peeling an apple. Of course, his sister was here too, still sneaking glances at Carl from behind Earl.
Carl lightly pressed his temple and sighed.
''Seems like I already lost.''
At that moment, all his memories of the duel with his sibling came flooding back. As soon as the duel began, she had immediately swung a dragon punch at him, and it was clear he had passed out after then.
