Once again, Kallen slept until noon. After waking, he lay in bed with his eyes open a little longer. A bed's greatest appeal often came at two moments: when you had just lain down and when you were about to get up.
When the wall clock reached twelve, Kallen got up. After showering and washing up, he went into the study and picked up a notebook from the desk. It contained the two Spell Arts Alfred had transcribed for him, [Journey of the Black Mist] and [Paper Crow]. Neither was particularly difficult; anyone who reached the appropriate stage could learn them. Kallen was currently learning Spell Arts above his level.
The sunshine was lovely today. Vien's rainy season had finally ended.
Next, Vien would welcome the warmest, most pleasant stretch of the year. Like quilts, the Vienese would hurry to "take" themselves outside for some sun, storing up more beautiful memories for the damp chill that came with autumn.
Puer was sitting on the swing in the yard, with Kevin pushing her from behind.
An unfamiliar woman's voice came from Dora and Doreen's room. It was probably their tutor giving a lesson, but Kallen, who had been going out late and returning late these past few days, had yet to meet her.
Still, with Alfred handling things at home, Kallen had no worries.
Entering the kitchen, Kallen found that the ingredients he had requested yesterday were ready. He had often been getting up at noon lately, and Xili always prepared a lavish meal for him;
but this was his "breakfast," after all, even if it had been moved to lunchtime. After enough repetitions, eating fairly greasy food as soon as he woke up still left him a little uncomfortable.
Kallen began heating water in a pot. Taking a bowl from