When faint light shone through the train window, Roland opened his eyes.
After spending a night aboard, he understood even better why the Mystic Eyes Collection Train was such a sought-after destination for mages.
"Clack-clack-"
Although its exterior looked ancient, the train ran very smoothly thanks to its specialized modifications.
Even the deep rumble of the steam engine seemed to have been adjusted. Not only was it easy on the ears, it was unexpectedly soothing, like soft music.
Outside, the breeze rushed past, while inside, golden flecks of light, fragmented by the morning dew, dappled the carriage.
It struck just the right balance between the atmosphere of a journey and comfort. Even disregarding its legends and mysteries, riding such a train was an unforgettable experience.
However, Altrouge Brunestud, beside Roland, clearly had no leisure to appreciate the sight.
When sunlight entered the room, the girl did not even open her eyes. After her long lashes fluttered a few times, she quickly clutched the blanket around her, pulled it above her eyes, and continued sleeping soundly.
Her rather large movements left her snow-white feet and calves exposed, forming a striking contrast with the long, jet-black hair spread across the bed like waterweed.
There was a flawless beauty to the sight, like the first snow.
"Altrouge, isn't it about time you woke up?"
Roland took the Black Princess by her delicate shoulders and shook her, urging her gently.
Perhaps because she had grown accustomed to being treated as Roland's body pillow, Altrouge was much less guarded than she had been at first.
Perhaps it was because she could no longer keep her power circulating at every moment as she once had, or perhaps because she could no longer put on airs before Roland, but she had revealed quite a bit of her