Northern Continent, the southernmost shore of the Protos Empire.
The imperial capital, Helrom, was as busy as ever. In a private residence on the top floor of a high-rise in the center of the city-state, the owner of the house seemed to have been sleeping in all morning.
"Bishop, it's time to wake up. It's already daylight."
The knocking of Gloria, Sigrid's Direct subordinate, passed faintly through the corridor of the archive and reached Sigrid's bedroom.
However, even after a long while, there was still no response.
Honestly, this was unbearable.
Gloria sighed and shook her head outside the door before opening the door to Sigrid's home with a spare key.
The Bishop had been extremely busy with work over the past month. Her duties in the Protos Empire affected everything else, and even Great Sage Isis had a mountain of work waiting for Sigrid.
The Bishop had also been working even harder, hoping to speed up her release, finish all her affairs ahead of time, and begin her vacation as soon as possible.
Gloria felt that Sigrid could barely rest properly. Even in her dreams, Sigrid's mind seemed more active than when she was awake, and her cheeks stayed rosy the entire time. If Sigrid herself had not been so powerful, Gloria would have worried that she might work herself to exhaustion.
Thinking this, Gloria walked into the kitchen and began skillfully preparing a meal for Sigrid that might have been breakfast or lunch.
After Gloria placed the brunch in the living room and covered it with a heat-preserving Magic Device, she returned to Sigrid's bedroom and found that Sigrid was still sleeping soundly.
She rolled around on the bed, waving her limbs about carelessly. Yet she could not escape the blanket draped over her stomach, leaving Gloria unable