"Mephit?!"
Westheid frowned and quickly sat up.
"Yes, I am here."
Mephit nodded gently and replied in a soft voice, standing obediently by the bedside.
Westheid first checked his body. As expected of someone with an athlete's constitution, after a period of rest, the damage caused by the Soul Burning Technique had completely healed. Now, he could only feel abundant power flowing through his limbs.
"How long was I asleep?"
Westheid asked as he observed his surroundings.
Just as he'd sensed, he was in a spacious bedroom. The ceiling around the crystal chandelier was covered in reliefs, and a pale red carpet was laid out on the floor.
For the Imperial Nobility, this room might be called plain, but considering this was likely a palace residence in Gale Heart, it was already considered luxurious.
After all, the Knight Realm had no love for decadent and hedonistic ways. 'You should be glad they didn't put you on a frozen bed for ascetic training.'
