Arthur woke from his sleep with the sensation of suffocating.
Feeling the weight on his chest, Arthur looked down and saw Pendragon hugging his neck, body curled up on his chest.
With long, slow breaths, Pendragon slept soundly.
Arthur sighed helplessly.
For a moment, he had thought he was suffering from sleep paralysis.
He glanced at the exceptionally clean skylight over the hallway.
The sky was beginning to brighten.
Soft sounds came from the kitchen.
Clearly, Lady Anna, who had spent the night cleaning 2 Kirk Street, was preparing breakfast for Arthur and Malinda, who would soon return.
Arthur sniffed.
It was his favorite meatball soup, flatbread, and a bean sprout side dish.
Lady Anna had recreated these dishes after Arthur described them to her.
Arthur deeply admired her talent for cooking.
Especially whenever he ate her food, Arthur felt that bringing you back to life wasn't the miracle-your existence was what brought miracles into my life.
Who could turn down an understanding Horror Doll who could handle every household chore and cook superbly?
What was that about her frightening appearance?
Shallow!
Compared with those virtues, looks were completely irrelevant.
At least, that was how Arthur saw it.
There were plenty of attractive people in the world.
But there was only one Lady Anna.
"Lady Anna, could you cook an egg in my meatball soup?"
"Of course. Would you like it hard-boiled or soft-boiled?"
Lady Anna poked her head out of the kitchen to ask.
"Hmm..."
Arthur pondered.
Choosing food sometimes left him torn.
"Then let's have one soft-boiled and one hard-boiled!"
Lady Anna spoke with a smile.
See? Wasn't an understanding Horror Doll like this a miracle?
Arthur picked up Pendragon, who was clearly awake but still pinning him down and pretending to sleep-
"Pan, you really didn't inherit