The sun had only just risen when Sylvia was already sitting in front of her mirror, brushing her long, silky pink hair.
The girl in the mirror had delicate features and wore loose white pajamas. Her collar hung slightly open, revealing her elegant collarbones and the impressive curves that even loose clothing could hardly conceal.
Sylvia was in an especially good mood that day.
Because today was the day their Dungeon training camp officially began.
"Finally... I can finally see Senior Greg..."
As she brushed her hair, she could not help murmuring aloud, her voice carrying a hint of long-suppressed excitement and anticipation.
Church affairs had kept her so busy lately that she had not seen Senior Greg for three whole weeks.
For Sylvia, who had grown used to running into him at the Academy every few days and exchanging a few words, those three weeks had felt as long as three years.
She counted the days, eagerly awaiting the training camp and the chance to see the figure who occupied her thoughts again.
At the same time, however, a faint unease lingered in her heart.
She had heard that Victoria had helped Senior Greg build the Dungeon camp.
The brush in Sylvia's hand paused. As she looked at herself in the mirror, a complicated emotion flickered through her eyes.
"Could the two of them... have gotten closer without me knowing?"
The moment that thought surfaced, her heart ached as though an invisible hand had tightened around it.
She bit her lip and quickly shook her head, as if trying to shake the thought from her mind.
"No, I can't think like that."
She spoke softly to her reflection:
"Victoria and Senior Greg already like each other... so I should be happy with what I have now."
She took a