Iver slept unexpectedly deeply.
Although he had known for a while that someone might attack them tonight, his mind had been completely relaxed. It was not until five in the morning that Lily finally woke him.
When he awoke groggily, he realized that he was sleeping in an unfamiliar bed.
Iver was startled and became a little more alert. After looking around, he realized that this was Isabel's room.
Only then did he notice that Isabel was wearing a simple white dress and had curled up on the sofa, fast asleep. With his eyes blurred by sleep, she looked like a little white puppy curled into a ball.
Why is Her Highness sleeping on the sofa today?
Iver wondered.
Oh, right. I seem to be sleeping in her bed... Did I push her out? I should sleep pretty soundly, shouldn't I...?
...Ah, I remember now. Master Yanis teleported me here.
As he continued thinking, Iver's brain gradually booted up.
"Such a smooth teleportation. I didn't feel a thing... As expected of Yanis..."
Iver murmured as Lily helped him sit up. She picked up a cup of warm honey water and slowly fed it to him. After drinking the warm water, Iver gradually woke up.
"Has Ms. Meg returned?"
That was his first reaction. After all, he had already arranged it with Meg beforehand.
Otherwise, Lily would not have woken him at this hour.
Hearing this, Lily nodded. "Yes. She is waiting next door."
"...Did you bring my clothes?"
Iver looked down at what he was wearing, somewhat troubled.
It was not that his clothes were indecent—with the plain white pleated dress Isabel wore, without any elaborate decorations, in mind, Iver was wearing pure-white Fox Fur Pajamas. They were his favorite pajamas, as well as a New Year's gift his adoptive