Once it was over, Seo Jun-Ho slept for two days straight. The innkeeper even knocked on his door because they thought it was suspicious how he wasn’t coming out of his room.

Seo Jun-Ho combed through his frazzled hair and gave a big yawn. “Mm. Why am I still tired after sleeping so much?”

“Indeed, that is the devious nature of sleep. I, too, am always cautious of avoiding the phenomenon.”

“...You try to avoid it?”

“But of course. Why are you looking at me like that?”

“...It’s nothing. Keep doing that, then.”

His stomach rumbled. Now that he was awake, his hunger caught up to him all at once. He went down to the restaurant on the 1st floor and ordered a generous amount of food before wolfing it all down.

“Ah, I finally feel alive.”

After finishing his meal, he checked the message from Gilberto on the way to his room. “He said he got there safely.”

“It is good to hear,” the Frost Queen said.

Gilberto had gone ahead to Earth to receive treatment for his injuries.

“When I have time, I should give him a visit,” Seo Jun-Ho said.

“Indeed, you should. Come to think of it, the child with the sword is also hospitalized at the moment, correct?”

“Sword…? Oh! You mean the Sword Saint?” Seo Jun-Ho...