New York's late spring was neither scorching nor cold, the gentlest time of year, with the bright splendor of spring everywhere.
The morning light passed through the thin curtains, softened into pale patches as it spilled into the kitchen. They drifted gently with the breeze stirring the curtains. The white floor resembled a pool of spring water, glimmering with gold in the ripples, still shadows sinking like jade.
Beep, beep. One Hand lifted the coffee cup from beneath the machine. The steaming heat was scattered by the cool morning breeze, and the droplets left from washing his face became a refreshing chill. Schiller downed a cup of espresso in one gulp and let out a long, satisfied sigh.
The matter of the Himalayan Mountains had temporarily come to an end. Cultivating magical fungi would be a slow process from here on out, and the fungus people, Pamela, the mages, and the scientific research team were all keeping watch there. With nothing else to do, Schiller returned to New York.
New York Presbyterian Hospital hoped he would return to work there, but the students Schiller had trained had already completed enough supervised hours. Most of them had remained at the hospital after graduating smoothly, so the staffing shortage was no longer so severe.
Schiller decided to give himself a vacation.
This was a major decision, because Greed was currently in control of this body. Putting the words "vacation" and "Greed" together was absurd enough to make anyone laugh.
But Schiller still decided to take a vacation, because he had never taken one before and had no idea how ordinary people went on vacation. But that was fine. Didn't Pride also have no idea how to clean a house?
Although Greed had been sleeping downstairs during Pride's move and had not personally