When Solam slept until noon, Loris came in to wake him, saying someone had come to see him. But Solam was genuinely exhausted and had no energy to deal with something like that. Still half-asleep, he sent Loris away and went right back to sleep.
It was afternoon by the time Loris, who had no idea how many times she had come to wake him, finally dragged Solam out of bed.
Given Solam's current strength, he did not actually need much sleep. He could go for months without it. But Solam was used to sleeping, and he liked sleeping—especially sleeping in. Honestly, he never understood why so many mages were willing to replace sleep with meditation. That was too inhuman. Meditation was indeed effective, but if one wanted to truly relax, sleep was still the best. So Solam had always kept up the habit of sleeping eight hours a day. As long as time allowed, he made sure to get his full rest.
And he loved staying in bed. Absolutely loved it.
So after Loris forcibly dragged him out of bed, Solam began to throw a waking-up tantrum.
Naturally, Solam could not lose his temper with his own woman. But with everyone else...
In short, early in the morning—no, wait, in the evening—everyone learned that Solam was in a bad mood. Because he cursed out practically everyone he saw. As for the reason...
He was the boss, the biggest one around. He did not need a reason. Trism, for example, got berated just because he was not wearing a hat. By the end of it, Trism himself did not understand why someone who never wore hats had gotten yelled at for not wearing one...
Thus, when Serilef saw Solam again, his face looked like someone owed him millions. His nose