The Red Piece of Clothing I

Warm lights surround me, dazzling my eyesight, and with the snap of the young man's hands and the blinking of my eyes, I find myself at my home in what seems like an instant of enchantment.

I can think of my room as a dreadful place for me to dwell.

I look around, and when I spotted Celius resting soundly on the ground, my eyes couldn't open any wider. I gasp and my mouth opens because the young man I saw earlier, the young wizard, being slain by the host, survives.

He is indeed sleeping on the chilly floor of my chamber and breathing. Even now, it takes me a few more breaths before I can assist him lying on my bed. At that point, I wrap a blanket around his torso and sigh while shaking my head.

Although this young man is trouble, he is also telling the truth because although the host had previously killed him, it was simply an act of offering for their tradition and he has since come back to life.

Yet, based on what Celius previously informed me,