Roland nodded lightly.
His physical condition at the moment was indeed quite peculiar.
His rough linen clothes made him look destitute, but his physical wounds and exhaustion had mostly healed. The only thing that remained was a hidden, lingering pain deep in his soul—a remnant of using [Fate Deviation] on Phaethon, which felt like a spreading web of cracks in porcelain.
However, while Holland had earned his initial trust, they had only just met. In this completely unfamiliar era and environment, it was crucial to remain cautious.
At that thought, he gave a timely cough. His face took on the pale, strained look of someone just recovering from a serious illness, and he lowered his voice.
"I should… be able to walk. I just feel weak all over, and my head is still a bit foggy. But I won't be able to rest easy until I go see that place."
He raised his eyes to look at Holland, his gaze filled with just the right amount of earnestness and a hint of imperceptible weakness.
