Elaina felt wonderfully comfortable in her sleep, as though she lay wrapped in soft velvet, warm all over.
Outside, rain seemed to be tapping against the glass windows of an old house. Inside, everything was quiet, a striking contrast.
She shifted her head on the pillow. She could enjoy this for ages; bad weather wasn't suited to travel anyway.
Of course, she still needed breakfast.
At that thought, Elaina rubbed her eyes and peered sleepily toward the bedside.
"I'm in the library." She pushed back the covers and gradually came awake, feeling as though she had boundless energy. "When did I get back?"
This was the library where she kept her books, maintained and managed day to day by the Elainas who had tried to capture her, only to be captured themselves.
"I should find them a new job."
Letting them go so easily was out of the question. They should have been prepared for the consequences when they attacked her. Even putting them to work making magic items in a sweatshop would earn her a little money.
Compared with trying to sell magic items herself and ending up with unsold stock, factory work at least offered a steady income.
As payment, she would give them one magic book each month.
That's right. I'm Miss Elaina, the kindest of all Gray Witches~
"What time is it? Why hasn't my breakfast been brought up?"
Elaina glanced at the alarm clock beside her bed and yawned. Then confusion crept into her eyes.
Hadn't she taken a commission and gone to eat at a French restaurant?
The last image in her memory was of herself stuffing the mushrooms she hated most into the mouth of that shameless scoundrel.
And then...
What had she done?
She seemed to have drunk a cup of oolong