Chapter 1177: I guess I’ll never get used to it.
They were certain that if they told anyone what had happened to them, no one would believe them. Heck, they wouldn’t believe themselves either.
Penny, her brothers, and Zoren sat in the living room. The air was stale; none of them had spoken a word since returning to the castle. Even the hot tea prepared for them sat untouched. All they did was stare at it as it slowly turned cold.
They were injured and should be resting, but they were all too overstimulated to even think about sleep. Above all, the castle was the complete opposite of the battlefield they had just left. It was quiet and peaceful, filled only with the soft humming of birds as the sun rose once more.
Everything that had happened just hours ago felt like a dream—like it had all been in their imagination. If not for the traces left behind—their wounds, their exhaustion—they might have thought they had simply been hallucinating.
"What are you all still doing?"
After a long silence, Atlas’s flat voice slashed through the air. Everyone lifted their blank eyes to him.
"Go to your rooms and rest. Look at all of you... such a mess."
Penny stabbed herself in the leg, and even with her wound bandaged, she was still covered in dirt. Her hair was a tangled disaster. Hugo looked like he had just swum through a pool of mud. Slater was dirty, but not as bad as Hugo.
And then there was Zoren, a bandage wrapped around the side of his head.
Atlas shook his head, his gaze flicking between Zoren and Penny. He opened his mouth, but then shut it again.
"We still have a whole day here. Use that time to rest," he said, restraining himself from scolding them. Atlas couldn’t scold Slater because he knew the latter hadn’t wished for any of this to happen. He couldn’t lecture Hugo, because of course his Second Brother would rush in to rescue Slater.
But Penny and Zoren?