Riellep was a magician. No, no — not just an ordinary magician. He was a very promising, highly successful magician. ……That is, until four years ago, when he collapsed unconscious in his lab. And now, he had awoken — not in the tower, but in a hospital bed. His long, unkempt hair was sprawled messily over the pillow. His pale f...
Riellep was a magician. No, no — not just an ordinary magician. He was a very promising, highly successful magician. ……That is, until four years ago, when he collapsed unconscious in his lab. And now, he had awoken — not in the tower, but in a hospital bed. His long, unkempt hair was sprawled messily over the pillow. His pale face and sunken cheeks made him look like someone who hadn’t had a proper meal in days. “Where am I? Is this… a hospital?” He had collapsed during a meeting — he remembered that much. Judging by the fact he was still breathing, it seemed he had survived. Riellep stared blankly at the ceiling for a moment, then suddenly sat upright. “The meeting! My laptop!” He needed to call the company immediately—wait, what was this odd feeling? Golden strands of hair were falling o
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