Personalized eraser, destroy the world[Comprehensive]

White ceilings, and super high.

A somewhat familiar opening.

Sagara on the bed didn't intend to get up at all, and lay quietly in a trance.

Where does the consciousness before coma stay?

...I remembered, it was a crater.

Didn't the black shadow jump down with him, didn't he die?

Or cross again.

Even though his body was taken away at that time, Sagara could still see what was happening outside.

I jumped down from the crater, and now I am lying on the bed safely, without feeling any pain.

Either he didn't die or he crossed over again.

Maybe it's death wear, death wear or something like that?

——It seems to have acquired a new skill again.

Just thinking about it, Sagara heard the sound of pushing the door, and then——

"Young master, you are awake!"

Oh, here comes the main event.

Sagara coughed lightly, and then the housekeeper quickly used the pillow as a backrest to help Sagara up.

"Where is this?"

At least he has to figure out where he is.

Time travel is still wearing unclear.

"Young master, this is Italy."

The butler poured a glass of water and took out an unknown medicine from the drawer and handed it to Sagara.

"Drink water first when you wake up, and remember to drink the medicine by the way."

Sagara obediently took the quilt and drank the medicine without saying anything, and finished everything the butler said just now in a few seconds, then hesitated for a while and asked, "Where is this Italy?"

"Go back to Young Master, it's your home."

Sagara paused, "—Oh."

Sagara actually wanted to say that anyone with a discerning eye could tell that this was his home.

But how do Italians speak Japanese?

Just as Sagara was about to ask, he heard the housekeeper speak a step ahead of him.

"Young master, the master has been very worried these days when you were in a coma. Two days ago, when the master brought you back with scars, he notified the Povino family. After that, your identity was made public to the world. Booing, now that you wake up, you need to get your body back up as soon as possible."

The housekeeper talked endlessly, and the information revealed in the words made Sagara a little bit unable to connect for a while.

How to return the family?Senior nobles?

But Sagara also noticed something else.

"she?"

If I heard correctly, what the butler just said was indeed "she" referring to a woman, and since it was in Japanese, it was impossible to make a mistake.

Sagara revisited what the butler said just now.

"This can't be..." Waitelis?

But when the words reached his lips, Sagara swallowed them again.

The Waitelis is a well-known family, and Sagara knows this, if the place where he is staying now is not in Waitelis' territory, it will indirectly lead to all sorts of conflicts between the two families.

But if it is a world, it is unlikely to be other families.

It's okay if it's not a world.

After thinking about it for a while, Sagara still planned to ask, but before he could speak, there was the sound of the door opening again.

"Yo, I woke up."

Sagara smiled contemptuously when he saw the person coming, "It really is you."

It was Aita who entered the door, of course.

Aita, who was wearing golden glittery high-heeled shoes, was not angry because of Sagara's contempt, but took out a box with a very ordinary packaging from behind as if by magic.

The white box looks a bit like a bento box but doesn't look like it. It doesn't match Aita in a fancy dress.

Inside is a box full of octopus balls.

"Italy really has everything you need." Sagara mocked, and picked up the long lottery inside without refusing.

Aita proudly puffed her chest out, "Of course, where there is mother, there is everything."

Sagara paused the hand holding the long stick, and looked hesitantly at the small octopus balls that were about to be handed to his mouth.

"You did...?" Sagara hesitated a little.

"What do you mean by the end of your question!"

After seeing the interaction between the mother and the child, the housekeeper quietly retreated out, the relief on the corner of his mouth was obvious.

The master and the young master seem to get along well.

On the face of it.

Then, despite verbal doubts, Sagara ate the box of octopus balls into his stomach.

Aita is very satisfied with this.

Anyway, it took her a lot of effort to hold the octopus balls. When she learned that her son would wake up today, she deliberately soaked in the kitchen the night before.

After being burnt or undercooked countless times, the result this time is still somewhat decent.

Even the picky eater's own son can fully accept it!

Of course, if you ignore the smoked black walls in the kitchen.

no way!Who made it so difficult to operate the range hood!It's much more troublesome than dealing with that old slick Libern!

It's not her fault!

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After eating the last octopus ball, Sagara raised his eyes and put the bento box in his hand aside before returning to the question when he woke up just now.

But this time he changed the question.

"How did I escape from the crater."