Dawn broke, and its light illuminated the whole world.
Mornings were wonderful. There were countless sayings about the early hours.
The ancients said, "Make your plans for the year in spring, and your plans for the day in the morning."
Some said, "The early bird catches the worm."
In short, there were plenty of sayings like that.
Roa sat quietly in his chair, expressionless as he watched Eris, whose head was drooping.
Eris's fiery red hair slid down her neck and fell across the desk. Her head bobbed up and down.
Roa knew this scene all too well.
Wasn't this exactly what he used to look like in math class in his previous life?
The teacher lectured at the front while he slept in the back.
Only now, their roles had switched. Roa was the one lecturing, while Eris slept below him.
Roa glanced at the teaching materials he had worked so hard to put together and felt like an idiot for all the effort he'd wasted.
He rose and crept up behind Eris. His right hand became a blade, and he smacked her on the forehead.
Roa wasn't worried about hurting her. If nothing else, Eris could certainly take a beating.
In an instant, Eris's head, which had been drooping, took a hard blow and slammed into the desk with a clatter.
Of course, Roa hadn't hit her that hard. He'd only used enough force to make her wince, not enough to actually knock her senseless.
Rudeus snickered beside them, watching Eris with an amused expression.
Roa said flatly, "How can you sleep at your age?"
Eris's face was still buried in the desk, and she hadn't yet come to her senses. The hard contact had left her cheek aching. She clenched her fists, her bright red hair standing