After Hogwarts let out for the holidays, the days that followed were unlike the gloom hanging over the hearts of the world's magical inhabitants because of the Grim Reaper. The sky over the Floating City was almost painfully bright with dazzling sunlight.
In the blink of an eye, Allen had already been holed up in Harris Castle on Lake Island for three days. In the sitting room, he lounged lazily against the sofa, looking no different from some young wizard who had just finished exams and was relaxing at home watching television and playing games.
The male wizard, who had begun to be called the greatest wizard in the world and had already decided on the date of his descent, had spent these days staying at home to relax his mind, rest properly, and build up strength, preparing to adjust his condition over the next few days before going down to the Underworld to fight.
But contrary to the imagined scene of him intensifying training or burying himself in the library to seize the last moments to improve himself...
This Savior was at home on the sofa, holding a game controller for a console Arthur had modified so it no longer used electricity and no longer counted as an electronic product, using a magically adapted PlayStation to play the second installment of a Muggle-made puzzle game about a bioweapon leak causing catastrophic consequences and turning an entire city's population into zombies.
And it was not just his behavior. This Savior's outward appearance at the moment had completely shed any idol burden as well. Not only was he not wearing any robes, Headband, or headgear, he could even be called somewhat disheveled.
Allen wore only a white cotton tank top, while the knee-length wide-legged pajama shorts below had been rumpled badly