A wide gap had been opened in the study window, and a breeze swayed in through the Rift. Like invisible Elves, it frolicked all around the room—now lifting the papers on the desk for a look, now blowing up the curtain by the window and setting it swinging like a pendulum.
A damp, warm breath, carried by the wind Elves' mischief, brushed across his face—soft and moist, an exceedingly comfortable sensation.
At that moment, Romon lay flat on the broad sofa in the inner corner of the study, his body spread into the shape of a cross, his hands tucked beneath his head.
A dazed look rested on his face as he pondered some matters.
Although night had already fallen, it was not yet time to sleep. The hour was still early.
He was alone in the study. The reason he had not chosen to sleep in the bedroom was simply that it felt even more deserted there. This place was better; at least there were books to read.
Eileen had been living in the Temple of the Goddess of Agriculture for some time now. She was busy handling certain Temple affairs and would not be able to return home for a while.
This year, the two children had officially entered the academy to study as Druids. Seeing this, Bell had unexpectedly followed them there to look after the two children.
She herself held a teaching post, so the arrangement was perfectly justifiable.
Thus, Romon, a man with two wives, had instead become a lonely bachelor on this clear, moonlit night. The thought alone was enough to make one depressed.
Just now, in his daze, he seemed to have slept for a short while, and his entire body felt warm.
It was a very warm and comfortable feeling. He seemed