I Became a Dark Fantasy Villain

"Wake up, Priest."

A hand shook his forearm. Miguel’s brow creased as he stirred.

"Just one more hour…"

"I could pass that along. But then someone else would surely come to wake you."

At Nasser’s calm reply, Miguel let out a long sigh and pushed himself upright.

"Ugh… damn it… my body…" he groaned, eyes still half-shut. Every muscle ached, his body throbbing as if he had been beaten senseless.

"You look quite exhausted. Though if I recall correctly, you were the first to fall asleep." Nasser, seated at the edge of the bed, chuckled softly.

Miguel stretched stiffly and muttered, "Ugh… unlike the rest of you, I’m just an ordinary human."

"In my eyes, you’re quite extraordinary as well, Priest. Drink this and get up." Nasser held out a pewter goblet.