"Are you full now? Or would you like more food?" Alvis asked his nephew.
"I'm full, thank you," Alwin replied, and took a sip of his tea instead.
[Why is everyone here instead of going to work?
Don't they have a lot to do with the war still in progress?
It must have been several hours since I passed out...]
"Alwin, the war is long over," Arabella clarified.
"L-long over? What's that supposed to mean?" Alwin frowned.
[I'm sure we won if it's over. There's no way we'd lose. But what does she mean by 'long over'?]
"It's been more than a week since you passed out," Arabella clarified.
"A-A week?!!!" Alwin's eyes looked like they might fall from their sockets at how shocked he was. "I was unconscious for that long?!"
Alwin looked at his elders for confirmation as if Arabella was playing a prank on him.
"Y-Yes, Alwin. It's been a week," Alvis answered his unspoken question.
"It would have been longer if the Pope did not heal you," Raymond added.
