Kallen sat before the mirror, applied medicine to the wound between his brows himself, then carefully bandaged it.
He had tried a healing art method, but it had done little. After all, this wound had been pierced by the Light Finger, and it carried a rather frustrating stubbornness, seemingly only willing to heal slowly at an ordinary person's pace.
As for tetanus infections and rabies vaccines, Kallen felt he need not worry about those. He could consider that the bare minimum of respect he retained for the God of Light.
"Creak..."
Little Kangna emerged from the washroom with Puer in her arms. She had just helped Puer bathe.
Although she herself had been so exhausted at the Opera House that she had nearly collapsed, she had still insisted on following the rule of bathing before bed once they returned to the room.
After setting Puer on the pillow, Little Kangna lay down at the foot of the bed, resting her head on her hands.
Sleeping at the foot of the bed was not oppression. She simply liked rolling around in her sleep, and the extra space there gave her free rein.
Kallen entered the washroom, showered while keeping the wound dry, then came out in a set of black pajamas.
Although he had told Alfred to take a day off, he himself was not actually tired. Having absorbed so much sacred power, he could be said to be positively brimming with energy.
Sitting down at the writing desk, Kallen opened the thick spell art book before him and began reviewing Order spell arts by lamplight and moonlight.
He read for several hours.
It had truly been a long time since he had studied a spell art book so earnestly. Practical usefulness really was the foremost motivation for learning.
Gently pressing