Golden Child Therapist (1)

Phili.

Cute Phili.

Until he was young, the king called him that and adored him.

Of course, that's now in the past...

Phili had to frown at the intense headache he felt.

What kind of pain is this?

It feels like his skull was rattled after getting hit in the temple with a fist.

"Ugh..."

He opened his eyes with a groan.

An unfamiliar ceiling.

What is this, where am I, why am I here?

Prince Phili was lying on a sofa.

A fragrant blanket was covering his body, who could have done this?

The sunset had begun, and the room was filled with orange light.

It seems the consultation started not long after lunch, but has so much time passed already?

'Consultation...!'

Right, the prince was in the middle of consulting with Professor Obern who was assigned to be in charge of him.

But why is he lying down like this, he couldn't remember at all.

"Have you awoken?"