Kaguya had slept for a long time. When she finally opened her eyes, she was startled to realize that she had been unconscious for so long.
Moreover, she felt that her mental state was terrible. Aside from the weakness and lack of strength brought on by hunger, after a night had passed, she felt as though many things had appeared on her body.
Kaguya hurried to the bathroom. Looking at her haggard reflection in the mirror, her long white hair was a complete mess. She turned on the tap and washed her face, only then feeling somewhat better.
Her body was now completely that of a mortal. From now on, she would need to clean it herself.
Silently, Kaguya smoothed and combed through her long hair. Looking at herself in the mirror, although her appearance was already exceedingly beautiful, she looked utterly bedraggled in her own eyes.
Why did her master insist on tormenting her like this...
When she left the bathroom, she saw the untouched bento from yesterday still sitting on the dining table.
Though she was very hungry at the moment, she suddenly felt a sense of accomplishment. She had not yielded just like that.
She dragged her sluggish steps out of the house and headed toward the Imperial Palace.
Unfortunately, there were breakfast stalls on the streets at this time, and the drifting aroma relentlessly tortured Kaguya's stomach.
She had arrived a little late today, though she was still early enough compared to Shinichi. But now that she had become a mortal, she was extremely unaccustomed to having nothing to do. She watched Samui organize documents, watched the branches and leaves of the large tree outside sway in the wind, watched the clock on the wall tick away... Things she had never paid attention to before somehow