"All right, done. I told you it wouldn't hurt at all, didn't I?"
The captain clapped his hands and looked at Kallen, who was sitting against the stone coffin.
Blood had seeped through Kallen's clothes in several places, leaving crimson stains, and his skin bore multiple burns. Various minor scrapes had also been arranged, and the captain had even broken two of his ribs.
When it came to "faking things," the captain certainly had standards.
"Captain, you can't judge my pain by your own standards."
"Relax. These injuries are all easy to heal. Even those two broken ribs won't affect your movements for now. Once the people from Dark Moon Island rescue you, they'll definitely give you the best healing potions and spell arts. I guarantee they won't leave you with a single scar."
"That's it? We're finished?"
"Yes, finished. I couldn't cripple you too badly. After all, in the 'story,' I'm supposed to take over your body. I couldn't leave it too damaged.
"I've arranged everything else: the statue, the position of the stone coffins, the incinerated remains, the dense, lingering Light Aura, the signs of fighting outside, and even the bloody drag marks on the ground from pulling you into the cave and leaving you here. It's all taken care of.
"All right, just sit here and wait to be rescued.
"Oh, right. There's something else I should remind you of. Miss Ophelia might help conceal the reason you appeared at that villa. My guess is she might say you arranged to go there together, then encountered me after I sneaked into the villa. I activated the formation, and the two of you came here with me through it.
"In short, she'll probably do her best to erase the secret you've been keeping from her.
"You never know