Chapitre 127: Task Master

This world's rays of sun passed through the window beside Emery's bed, warming him to a good morning. As he opened his eyes, the soft material the bed was made of, its pleasant smell, and the wonderful scenery outside his window, was telling him he had a nice day ahead of him. It felt like a dream though, to wake up in this place, because as he stared at the ceiling, his mind was already preoccupied with the nightmare of yesterday. What happened to Morgana? What kind of fate awaited her? 

He checked the circle-split-in-half-symbol in his hand and saw there was still [89 days] before he returned to his world. Sighing, he thought this would become the longest 89 days of his life. The ancestral gods had been cruel with him. Just one or two minutes was all he needed.