When Iver slowly awoke once more, he found himself lying on the bed in the inn room.
He instinctively felt that something was wrong, but for a moment, he couldn't remember what.
"Mr. Fox, come look!"
Just then, a lively, crisp child's voice came from beside him. "It's so beautiful here!"
What an incredible intuition. He hadn't even said a word. He had merely opened his eyes, yet she had sensed that someone else had taken over.
Was this the intuitive sensitivity of a candidate for the Path of Beauty?
Iver followed the voice and saw Daya leaning over the inward-opening window, staring intently outside.
Only then did Iver realize why he had felt that sense of incongruity just now—
"...The rain has stopped."
He murmured softly.
It wasn't nighttime outside. It was already morning. The storm from the previous night had subsided, but a fine drizzle was still falling.
Only then did Iver see how beautiful the outside world was—
The sky was so vast and bright. Not far beyond the window stood a dense forest, along with a sapphire-like lake.
The inn seemed to be halfway up the mountain. Looking toward the other side, he could vaguely make out a village at the foot of the mountain.
The storm seemed not to have damaged the forest at all. It remained completely intact. The storm's presence still lingered in the air, and the entire world was clear and moist.
Iver immediately understood why Isabel had been watching so intently.
She actually loved this kind of natural environment. But because of her identity, Isabel couldn't easily leave Glass Island.
Isabel had long known that Mubay County was a famous tourist destination... After all, many knights from Glass Island would go fishing or hunting in Mubay County during their holidays or