"How long was I asleep?"
"Young master, you slept for a whole day and night."
"That long?"
"Yes, young master." Alfred poured a glass of ice water and handed it to Kallen. "Young master, I've told the staff to prepare a meal."
Kallen took the glass and drained it.
"I'll get you another."
Alfred went to pour a second glass, while Kallen sat on the bed, looking toward the window ahead, where the morning sunlight streamed in.
As he looked, Kallen suddenly felt a little puzzled and rubbed his eyes.
It was different. It felt different.
The window was still the same window, the sunlight was still the same sunlight, and the curtains were still the same curtains. Normally, though, everything should have looked hazy in the light, yet his vision was so clear now that he found it a little unfamiliar.
Kallen looked around again, finally turning to Alfred as he approached with the glass.
He could clearly see an almost imperceptible sheen flowing around Alfred's fingertips and beneath the corners of his eyes, something he could never have noticed before.
"Young master, your water."
Taking the glass, Kallen asked, "Alfred, I feel as though the way I see things has changed a little."
"Young master, I've heard that after Divine Revelation, when you receive a god's revelation, the god guides the way you see the world. Then the world in your eyes becomes different, as though a new door has opened."
"Divine Revelation?" Kallen chuckled. "I don't even know whether my Divine Revelation succeeded..."
Suddenly, Kallen froze.
It was as though memories he had lost earlier-or rather, memories that had been left empty-had returned.
He remembered the words he had written in the notebook before falling asleep.
At the time,
an enormous voice had echoed through his mind.