"Gulp-splash!"
Lann's vision suddenly blurred.
He instinctively swallowed some liquid, and the choking sensation from his throat made him spit it out abruptly.
The enormous spaceship, almost the size of a megacity, disappeared.
He was back in the tiny inn of the Magical Middle Ages.
Alia's anxious and frightened little face was right in front of him, clutching a bottle of [Enhanced White Honey].
Lann's hands supported him on the wooden floor, a drop of black blood from the tip of his nose splattered down, making a sizzling sound like acid corrosion.
The Demon Hunter's eyes were vacant.
"The Emperor...son?"
The stark contrast between the scenes before his eyes and the disparity in physical fitness and memory left him momentarily stunned.
He was only murmuring the last impression in his memory.
"Sir? Sir! Come on, drink up, your face is still ghostly pale!"
Alia anxiously shook Lann's shoulder, bringing the glass bottle close to his mouth.
