Chapter 149: Bedside Visits (1)

The awkwardness was unbearable.

If he hadn’t been so injured, he would have at least been able to turn his head away or adjust his posture. But right now, for Eugene, moving anything below his neck was a daunting challenge. So Eugene could only keep up an awkward expression while staring at the crown of Doynes’s head as the man bowed to him deeply, with the utmost respect.

“...That’s… in your poor state of health… why don’t you stop that and take a seat?” Eugene recommended.

“I’m fine like this,” Doynes rejected the offer.[1]

“No, what do you mean by ‘I’m fine’? Didn’t you get stabbed through the chest? Let me just say, as someone who also had a hole pierced through his chest, I’m very familiar with what it feels like.” Eugene rambled awkwardly as he recalled the memories of his past life. “It’s a very shitty and hollow feeling, isn’t it? Hmmm… um… well… the hole that ran me through may have been larger, but still…. I wasn’t able to walk around like you, and I just had to lie there waiting for death, you know?”

“How amazing,” came the response from Doynes.

Embarrassed by the words he had spewed out, Eugene coughed awkwardly.

“...Um… I wasn’t trying to brag that my chest hole was bigger…,” Eugene stiffly apologized as he desperately tried to shake loose the fixation with chest holes rattling around inside his head, but it wasn’t going the way he wanted it to.

If you really thought about it, having a hole through the chest was an injury with many connotations for Eugene. His death in his previous life had also been due to a hole in his chest, and Sienna, still sealed in the World Tree, also had a hole in her chest….

“...Didn’t I tell you to stop standing there and take a seat? My body isn’t in great shape either, so having to look up at you standing there is a bit difficult,” Eugene complained.

“Yes,” Doynes agreed and, without any further attempts at refusal, sat down on a chair near the bed.

As the distance between them shortened, Eugene was better able to feel the aura of death lingering around Doynes.

“How much time do you have left?” Eugene asked.

“I won’t make it through the night,” Doynes answered in a calm voice.

“If you summon a high priest from the Holy Empire, there’s still a possibility that you could be saved, or perhaps we can call for the...