The sky had beco grey again. It was morning, but there was no sunlight.
The knights and soldiers woke up for training and practice. Even in such a dangerous place, it was their morning routine to train themselves.
In one of the tents, which had been set up as a dical facility, a young man lay on a bed inside. His breathing was calm.
His consciousness returned slowly, like surfacing from deep, suffocating water. At first, there was only darkness. Then ca light.
A blurred shape hovered above him, pale and unfamiliar. As his vision struggled to focus, the shape sharpened into fabric stretched tightly overhead.
A tent ceiling.
"...Huh...?"
The sound barely left his throat. He tried to move. The mont he did, sudden pain exploded through his body.
A sharp, burning agony shot through his chest, his arms, his legs. Everywhere at once. His breath hitched as a low groan escaped him.
"—!"
His muscles locked, refusing to obey. It felt as though his body had been tied tightly by so unseen force that refused to let him move.
Only then did he notice the weight.
Bandages.
His arms were wrapped thickly, white cloth faintly stained dark in places. His torso felt tight, held beneath layers of bindings. Even his legs were bound, from thigh to calf.
Amon swallowed hard.
"...I’m alive...?" The first words he uttered were about being alive.
He had lost hope of surviving after seeing Vikara. But miraculously, he survived.
Amon’s throat was dry, his voice hoarse, as if he hadn’t spoken in days. He forced his head to turn slightly.
The inside of the tent ca into view. Simple canvas walls, reinforced poles, faint light filtering through the window-shaped openings in the tent. The air slled of herbs, tal, and damp earth.
A military tent.
He blinked slowly, trying to piece things together.
He had been fighting a demon. He had even killed him. Then his comrade ca, another demon. After that, all his mories were hazy. He didn’t rember anything: how he survived or how he ca here.
His heart thudded unevenly in his chest.
"So... this is where I ended up..."
Relief washed over him. He closed his dark eyes and relaxed, then opened them again.
He didn’t know who had saved him. But seeing that they had healed and treated him, they were clearly not enemies.
For now, he simply lay there, staring at the tent ceiling, breathing shallowly but alive, battered, and surrounded by questions he wasn’t yet strong enough to ask.
After a while, soone entered the tent.
"Oh! You woke up. I thought you would take more ti to wake up." A male voice ca from the entrance of the tent. It belonged to a man in his late twenties. He had curly brown hair and hazel eyes that looked at Amon calmly. His face was better than average.
Amon thought the man was not more handso than him.
The man was wearing a dark olive-green military uniform that belonged to the army of his own country, the Kingdom of Valmoria. Over it, he wore a white lab coat.
’So they are from my country... Oh goodness, I am saved. I am safe,’ Amon thought. Now he had more chances to go back.
The man strode toward Amon’s bed. There was a stool beside it. He sat down, folding his hands, and looked at Amon with a calm gaze.
Amon didn’t say anything. He just waited for the man to speak.
"It seems you are fine... I an, you are fine ntally. My na is Brey Clark. I am the healer here. Basically, the dical Corps is under ."
Amon sohow spoke. "I am... Amon Vale."
"I know that," Brey responded imdiately. Most people here knew his na, since they had also been tasked with finding Amon Vale during their expedition.
Amon was surprised to hear that.
Seeing his expression, Brey explained, "A small number of army units were dispatched here, to this island, for a mission. During that ti, we got information about you. How you sohow ended up in this cursed place during the ambush on the Academy. We were tasked to search for you if we found any sign during our exploration."
Amon just nodded slightly. ’Was... I always this important? Nah... Headmistress Isabel wouldn’t abandon any student of hers, even if he’s just a nobody. A commoner.’
"Well, I will check up on you. I think you will be able to move freely by tomorrow." Brey got up from his seat to change Amon’s bandages and check his health, in case there was anything wrong.
"Thank you for saving ." Still lying on the bed with bandages, Amon didn’t forget to express his gratitude.
Brey smiled while unbinding a bandage on his leg. "You don’t need to thank . I am just doing my job. If you want to thank soone, then it should be the commander. You can et him once you can move, or he might co to see you."
"Oh... still, thank you. I an, you treated ," Amon spoke again with gratitude.
This ti, Brey just smiled gently.
Amon lay there with his eyes closed. Finally, he was safe.
Brey Clark had just left the tent, telling Amon to rest and not move too much.
"I am safe..." he muttered. Even now, it felt weird. He was not alone. After more than two weeks, he had finally talked to soone.
’Wait! The first person I talked to after two weeks was a demon... damn, what bad luck,’ Amon thought bitterly. If not for eting those demons, he might have been in much better condition and t these people earlier.
"By the way, what is today’s date?" he wondered. He had never thought much about dates or ti, because they were hardly important.
He tried to clench his fist.
Clench.
At least he could move that much. Now he wondered how long it would take for him to go back. Brey had told him that sothing would co for him, but he didn’t know when.
That was sothing the commander might know.
’I will ask him tomorrow.’
He closed his eyes to sleep again. Just then, he rembered sothing.
His eyes snapped open.
’Wait, I broke through! How could I forget that!’
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