"Wake up, wake up—"
Jasna, deep in slumber, suddenly heard someone calling her. Her consciousness swiftly broke free from those bizarre dreamscapes and rose toward the surface of the sea of dreams.
"Mmm, what is it?"
The familiar, dull voice told Jasna who was calling her without needing to open her eyes. Reluctantly, she pulled her right hand from the warm bedding and gently rubbed her bleary eyes with the back of it.
"Breakfast—"
Old Enma, standing beside the bed, said.
"Oh, are you heading out?"
Jasna asked as she lazily yawned.
Perhaps because she had been using magic so frequently these past days, she had grown increasingly sluggish.
During the first few days after being trapped in this house, she had been restless every day, unable to eat or sleep.
But after some time had passed, she began to enjoy the feeling of slowly getting up while wrapped in that lazy mood.
Once Jasna was awake, Old Enma turned and left the room.
Jasna had long grown accustomed to it. Rather than being cold, Old Enma had simply lived alone for too long and lost the ability to express his emotions.
As her vision cleared from its haze, Jasna looked toward the square table beside the bed.
Two wooden bowls sat on it. One had already been emptied. It seemed Old Enma had eaten breakfast before waking her.
Such a thing would have been impossible a few years ago.
Back then, no matter how soundly she slept, she would wake at once at the slightest unfamiliar sound nearby.
If she kept sinking like this, then after returning to the outside world, she would probably be caught by Aurors before long.
Jasna twitched the corner of her mouth, mocking herself inwardly.
"Hm?"
When her gaze shifted to the misty window,