【Rainizard, The Kingdom of Prerahar, June 18, E.C.1657.】
A ceiling he doesn't recognize. The nature that should have spread out just a few minutes ago disappeared, and what appeared instead was a sense of artificial oppression. The back and the back of the head are supported by something soft, and from the neck down is likewise encased in something.
Albert somehow manages to wake up from his foggy state of consciousness, where he once again perceives that he is lying on a bed somewhere.
What ...... the hell ......?
He couldn't remember anything. Albert somehow manages to move his heavily sunken head to catch a glimpse of his surroundings. Out of the corner of his eye, Carnelia was also looking at Albert, shaking her head as well. She, too, is barely holding on to her consciousness, and is questioning her current situation.