Lanchi, Eat First

Thin red leaves, nearly transparent, were pasted over the windows, allowing the morning sunlight to filter gently and warmly into the room.

The entire room was filled with a refreshing woody fragrance.

A cool breeze from the balcony softly brushed against him, while a faint knock sounded from outside the door. His brows twitched slightly, and his eyes opened of their own accord.

What drew his attention was not the Pariel-style Furniture in the room.

It was the reflection in the nearby mirror: a face with cool emerald-green eyes that could not conceal a trace of bewildered drowsiness.

It was as if he wanted to keep people a thousand miles away while also seeming harmless.

He sat up, braced himself against the bed, and looked around.

Before long, his gaze stopped. It seemed that the person knocking outside the bedroom had noticed his slight movements as he got up.

A gray-haired figure with golden eyes opened the door, one hand on the handle, and looked at him.

Her long hair had been cleverly arranged into a bun at the back of her head, orderly yet elegant. A few loose strands hung gently beside her cheeks.

"Are you awake?"

Talia asked.

She was still wearing an apron and seemed to be preparing breakfast.

"I'm awake."

Lanchi looked slightly dazed as he blinked.

"Breakfast will be ready in a little while."

Talia nodded and closed the bedroom door behind her.

It was clearly just an ordinary day, yet Lanchi felt that waking up today was somehow different from usual. He simply could not say how.

Maybe he was still groggy from sleep.

After all, the last thing he remembered was fighting Perlman and Inoan one after another.

He had been so exhausted that he had fallen asleep lying on the roof of