Old Saman climbed out of the coffin, then stood beside it without going any farther, his gaze half thoughtful and half wary.
His face was clearly weathered by life, yet now it showed the same awkwardness as a baby facing an unfamiliar world.
Kallen continued eating the egg fried rice in his bowl. He really was hungry.
The bedroom door opened just then, and Alfred walked in carrying a small dish of kimchi Kallen had pickled himself and a glass of ice water. After setting them before Kallen, Alfred glanced at Old Saman standing beside the coffin,
and greeted him with a smile:
"Oh, you're awake?"
After greeting him, Alfred turned and left the bedroom again, closing the door behind him.
Old Saman began moving slowly, one small step at a time. He approached the bowl of egg fried rice, looked at the rice, then at Kallen. His gaze flickered and wandered as he looked at Kallen.
Kallen picked up a piece of pickled ginger and put it in his bowl, then brought it to his mouth with a bite of rice. As he chewed, he asked, "Can you still eat?"
"I... don't know."
"Then try."
"Oh... all right."
Old Saman sat down, picked up the bowl, pulled out the chopsticks stuck in it, and put a mouthful of rice into his mouth, beginning to chew.
"How is it?"
"A little salty..."
"Really? I thought it was a little bland." Kallen shrugged. "Maybe you're too old for strongly flavored food."
"I'm dead, right?"
As he asked this, Old Saman turned to look at the coffin behind him.
He had clearly arranged a Teleportation Magic Formation to send the coffin containing his body into spatial counterflow after his death, yet both he and the coffin had appeared in this bedroom.
He