He was floating. He was floating on a cloud and he enjoyed every second of it. It was such a nice feeling after spitting his guts out. And maybe he could have enjoyed that moment a lot if he didn't need to make sure of something else beforehand. With great pain he opened his right eye, the left one always being blocked, and already knew what had happened to him. After all, no hospital had a four-poster bed with purple curtains decorated with gold thread. A thin stream of light was passing through an opening between two curtains. With great difficulty, he tried to get up, but his body was incredibly weak. Just moving his arm a little to get up was enough to leave him breathless, making him growl in pain.

“Oooh?”

Immediately, the pain in his arm disappeared while a feeling of freshness invaded him. With a sigh of relief, he turned his head to his left shoulder and almost immediately regretted his action. After all, it was one thing to wake up in an unfamiliar bed, but it was something completely different than facing a ball of water. A water ball with two black dots shining with joy and with seemingly dancing stars around it. When the creature saw that he was looking at the ball, it threw itself at him.

“Ooooh!”

Instantly, the ball rubs against him, as an overexcited little puppy would do, pushing little "Oh!" of excitement or joy. He couldn't hold back his grimace as he felt the water dripping on his skin, his shirt, and the sheets of the bed. Before he could tell the creature to stop, a hand emerged from between the curtains, before grabbing it and throwing it brutally to the ground.

"So that's where that filth had gone," grunted the owner of the gloved hand.

With supernatural efficiency, the mysterious water ball was tied with a silver rope, which seemed to hold it in place. Strangely enough, the water that the creature had put everywhere returned to it.

"Is everything all right, young master?" asked the butler, facing him with a worried expression.

He knew very well that the butler was talking to him, but he couldn't help but scan the rest of the room he could see, looking for someone who could correspond to this "young master".

Of course, this action didn't go unnoticed by the butler. Calogero didn't know how to feel about this more than unexpected event. On the one hand, he wanted the young master to remember, but on the other hand, he wished that his memory would never return and that the Dralyons could finally be the complete family that everyone dreamed of. But wasn't it cruel to force their dreams, their hopes on this young man who observed the world as if he was seeing it for the first time?

For his part, the occupant of the bed could see the tormented gaze of the butler who continued to stare at him. Vaguely, he wondered what relationship there was between him and the butler.

"Excuse me, um...?"

"No need to take that tone with me, young master. Just call me Calogero."

"In that case, tell me what happened Calogero," he ordered, needing information more than anything to understand his situation.

“... I understand. Wait a moment, young master."

With a bow, Calogero left the room, taking the water ball with him, which let out a cry similar to a cry of protest. He grimaced in pain as the sound assaulted his poor ears, without being able to protect them since his arms still refused to move. However, he could feel the sensation of the tissue on his skin, which left him with the slim hope that it was only temporary. To distract himself a little from his situation, he continued to observe the room, or at least what he could see from his position. Immediately his gaze was drawn to the huge library which seemed to occupy two sections of the walls of what he could see. To his great relief, he noticed that he could understand the titles of the books, which would make it easier for him to gather information. Quickly scanning the shelves, he noticed that most of the books were about the History of this world that seemed to be called Masphero, but whose name meant absolutely nothing to him. Same thing with the names of Dralyon, Pasias, Prukia, Draeshura, Oletrye, Luthip, Mikaxo, or even Draeleon. Slowly, his gaze left the library, which was soon to become his friend, to inspect the rest of the room. Unfortunately, lying down as he was, he couldn't see a lot and decided to pass the time by observing the golden seams on the bed's stain. He didn't know who had sewn into this fabric, but the thread placement made no sense. However, before he could linger on it, someone knocked on the door and opened it almost immediately.

Calogero was back, and with him, five other people followed.