"Then, good night." She spoke softly. "I don't think you'll do anything boring, Persephone."
"Of course I won't." Persephone's voice was as indifferent as ever. "I won't waste this excellent opportunity for observation, nor do I want to get punched by you. And—"
"Good night, Surtr. Starting tomorrow, the life you face may be completely different from the past."
I really wanted to slack off at the beginning of the month... but I still couldn't help writing four thousand words _(:з"∠)_
Also... I'll leave a group number here—693865525. Yuka's Fish-Eating Club and Diligence 42.
Section Sixty-Six · Mint in the Wind
Surtr closed her eyes.
Strictly speaking, she wasn't tired—after all, ordinary people needed sleep because their constitutions were inadequate, requiring them to relax their brains and muscles to ensure that their organism could resume operating efficiently the next day. In other words, it was like performing disk cleanup during their free time. Even on Earth in her previous life, whose people were so fragile compared to the people of Terra that they could barely survive on the surface, as long as they could enter deep sleep, the amount of rest they needed each day would not exceed one hundred minutes.
She wasn't tired because she wasn't an ordinary person.
She could keep her consciousness awake while allowing her shell to recover. In fact, after closing her eyes, her senses would become slightly sharper.
How sharp?
Sharp enough that even without deliberately listening, she could distinguish how many active heartbeats there currently were inside this building housing the temporary command center.
That was actually useless—she thought.
Thus, she withdrew her senses, gathered them, and focused them inside this small room. When they swept past someone beside her who lay like an ancient princess, face up with her feet together