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Roel Ascart was lying on his bed, staring at the ceiling above with a dazed look. He couldn’t help but look back on everything that had happened over the course of the day…

It all started from lunch onward.

The days without Alicia were dark and difficult, but Roel knew what was important to him. If he wanted to survive, he would have to continue working hard so as to gain the strength required to pull out his death flags.

Thus, after a short post-lunch nap, he began his usual afternoon training. It consisted of him swinging his sword repetitively, forming muscle memory for sharper reflexes.

Swinging the sword was an exhausting exercise, so Roel was bound to start perspiring. Due to that, he would usually take a bath after his training before moving on to his studies. Today was no different, just that it was snowing outside.

Of course, how could mere snow stop Roel’s determination to become stronger? One must know that he had already resolved himself to reach Origin Level 5 as soon as possible. There was no way he would allow weather to be an excuse for him to slack off!

Therefore, Roel began his training beneath the falling flakes. The snow didn’t impede the training at all; on the contrary, it actually felt good. Due to the cold weather, he hardly sweated at all. All in all, it was a relatively enjoyable training session.

However, when he finished up his training and returned indoors, he found himself faced with an agitated Anna.

“Young master, your clothes are completely soaked!”

“Ah, indeed. It’s snowing outside, so it’s inevitable that my clothes will be soaked.”

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“This won’t do. Young master, you’ll get sick at this rate! Quick, take them off. I’ll prepare a warm bath for you right away!”

Roel was intending to bathe right away anyway, so he didn’t pay much heed to Anna. He followed his personal maid’s instructions, taking off his clothes and enjoying a warm bath. Everything was still normal up to this point.

It was after he finally finished his bath that things began proceeding in a queer direction.

“Young master, let’s check your temperature!”

Roel glanced at the thermometer, which looked surprisingly similar to the ones in his previous life, with a doubtful look on his face. The thermometer was one of the few magic tools that had permeated the lives of the ordinary populace on Sia, so there was nothing surprising about it. What surprised Roel were Anna’s sudden actions.

“You could have caught a cold from wearing wet clothes earlier. I think it would be best to check your temperature just to be safe.”

“Ah, is that so?”

Roel didn’t think that he was ill, but he still went along with it so as to assure Anna. He placed the thermometer into his mouth and kept it there for three minutes before finally passing it over to Anna. Yet, who could have thought that Anna would gasp in shock upon seeing the results on t

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