Inside the camp on the Dungeon's First Floor.
Dim light outlined the tent, while the underground Dark River beside it murmured endlessly, its waters lapping against the stone walls with faint echoes.
Amid that dim light and the burbling water, a pleasant female voice suddenly rang out.
"Wake up. Time to get out of bed."
A faint fragrance accompanied the voice.
Inside the tent, Greg's eyelashes fluttered before he slowly opened his eyes.
The first thing he saw was a breathtakingly beautiful face mere inches from his own.
Vivian knelt beside his pillow, her long blue hair spilling from her shoulders and gleaming softly in the dim light.
She wore a Glory Kail academy uniform. The well-tailored black-and-white top traced the slender, graceful curve of her waist, while the deep-blue neckerchief tied at her collar made the skin of her neck look even fairer.
Her uniform skirt barely reached mid-thigh. As she knelt, its hem rode up slightly, revealing a stretch of pale, shapely thigh that seemed almost dazzling in the dim light.
Her expression remained as cool as ever, but her eyes were unusually gentle.
"Morning, Vivian..."
Greg gazed at her sleepily, unable to help recalling the first time Vivian had come to the Dungeon and woken him up.
Back then, Vivian had woken him in this very spot, except she had done so by sticking a cold sword blade straight into his mouth.
The feel of that metal and the threat of death remained vivid in his memory.
But look at her now.
She knelt beside him without the slightest hint of a threat, speaking only in a soft, gentle voice. It really felt as though a childhood friend were waking him up for school.
What a contrast.
Greg yawned and closed his eyes again, mumbling, "I... want