Early the next morning, soft sunlight filtered through the gaps in the curtains of this well-lit private hospital room.
It fell across Kurumi's face, as though carved from milky jade. The faintly unhealthy pallor only added to her charm.
One of the two female bodyguards leaned against the wall, lightly dozing, while the other refused to relax her guard. Her gaze was fierce as a tiger's, as though anyone who dared barge in would be torn to pieces the next instant!
The light slowly slanted across Kurumi's eyelashes, tinting them with color. Like the Goddess of Light, tears gathered at the corners of her eyes, making one want to gently kiss them away and awaken the sleeping beauty in the bed. It was as tempting as a fairy tale.
At some point, the female bodyguard's gaze had settled on Kurumi's soft side profile. Every time she saw it, she could not help but sigh.
This child was like the Creator's daughter. One could not bear to leave the slightest flaw upon her; every beautiful thing in the world could be used to describe her.
As she gazed somewhat entrancedly at the lovely girl on the bed, Kurumi slowly opened those wine-red eyes that could intoxicate anyone.
You might not believe it, but Kurumi had woken up from hunger. After such intense, continuous battles, the little food she had eaten in the world of School Days of the Apocalypse had long since been drained without even scraps left behind. She was not some transcendent being now, one who could go months without eating.
Besides, stimulants drained the body's energy no less severely than mental exhaustion did.
Her pale, nearly bloodless lips parted slightly, and the female bodyguard immediately bent forward in a listening posture. "Is there no breakfast?"
Though it was