It was an early spring morning. The sky was overcast, with lead-gray clouds hanging low as scattered raindrops fell.
Feeling the cool rain on her cheeks, Ivette slowly opened her eyes and sat up. The White Cocoon that had enveloped her had already vanished.
According to the Soul Brain's timekeeping, more than a hundred years had passed during this long slumber.
Compared with the confusion she had felt upon waking from her last great sleep, she adapted much better this time. She simply brushed the grass clippings from herself and stood up.
Then, with a hint of anticipation, rather than immediately checking the changes in herself, she headed straight inside after pushing open the door, wanting to see whether anyone was waiting for her.
Yet the room was empty. There was not a single person there, nor any sign that someone had visited recently.
She could not help pursing her lips in disappointment, though she also felt that it was only natural—after all, she had not left behind any vessel capable of crossing the sea.
What exactly was I expecting on my own...? she silently rebuked herself.
Afterward, she sat down on the sofa and had a skeleton bring in some firewood and light it. Warmth soon filled the room. Raindrops pattered against the windows, and the air was steeped in tranquility.
After reclining on the sofa for a while, Ivette began examining the improvements and changes brought by this slumber, guided by new, intuitive knowledge that had surfaced in her mind.
First came the usual growth of her Mana Core, which had reached a full 12,000 points—an amount that was becoming somewhat outrageous.
She did not know what the situation was like on the Radiant Continent, but she imagined that even in a high-magic world, she would probably count