Night had already fallen when Elizir opened his eyes. His body was wrapped in bandages like a mummy, and a dull pain coursed through him from head to toe.
"It's not over yet…" he murmured, barely conscious.
The next second, a blow to the head snapped him back to reality.
"Ouch…" he groaned, realizing where he was.
"Lucy…" he said, surprised to see her.
Lucy was sitting on a chair by his bedside, phone in hand, playing a mobile game.
"Tsk, what an idiot… barely awake, and you're still thinking about the duel?"
"The duel?"
Elizir flinched and tried to sit up, but the pain stopped him.
He settled for asking, "Did I lose?"
Lucy, though tempted to strike him one more time, replied, "No, you won. Your opponent gave up before you collapsed."
"I see…" he said, clenching his fists.
He looked dejected despite hearing about his victory.
Lucy didn't say a word and returned to her game.
Elizir, however, glanced at the slightly open window and noticed something.
