And just like that, another day passed.
The next day, while Shien was still asleep, a voice began to linger by his ear.
"It's time to get up, Mr. Shien."
Shien heard the voice through his haze of sleep and gradually woke up.
Once Shien woke up, he realized that a graceful figure was standing beside his bed.
"Good morning, Mr. Shien."
The beautiful maid entered Shien's sight the instant he opened his eyes, greeting him in a lovely yet utterly flat voice.
"..."
The drowsiness in Shien's mind instantly vanished. He stared mutely at the maid standing beside his bed, frozen for a long while without recovering his senses.
As Shien stood there silently, the beautiful young maid likewise said nothing at all. She simply waited quietly, her expression exceptionally calm.
Silence spread through the room in a rather subtle fashion.
After an unknown amount of time, Shien finally closed his eyes and lay back down as though nothing had happened.
Seeing Shien like this, Lasha spoke flatly.
"Please do not evade reality. This is neither a dream nor an illusion, but genuine reality. Please get up."
Hearing that, Shien had no choice but to admit that he really was not dreaming.
But if this was not a dream, then the scene before him was rather thought-provoking.
"Why are you here?"
Shien asked that much, at least.
"That is a meaningless question." Lasha said expressionlessly, "It is only natural for a maid to wake someone up."
True enough, novels often had such perfectly natural scenes.
The problem was—
"You're not my maid, are you?"
Shien pointed that out.
Unfortunately, Lasha's expression did not change in the slightest.
"Since Milady asked me to accompany Mr. Shien, then until Milady returns, taking care of Mr. Shien is my job." Lasha said