Morning.
Warm sunlight streamed through the window on the second floor of the villa.
It filtered through the glass and fell upon the corner of the silk quilt in the center of the room.
Adding a touch of warmth and a hint of brightness to the morning room.
Outside the windows here, the morning wasn't filled with the sound of birds, but rather the continuous sound of cattle, sheep, and horses, one after another, reaching Kane's ears.
In a daze, Kane opened his eyes.
He rose and looked out at the sunlight, realizing it was almost noon.
They had slept for nearly a day and a night.
Kane felt aching all over, his body unusually tired and exhausted.
It had been so long since he woke up naturally and was able to linger in bed.
In the last month in the dungeon, they had been constantly on the move and fighting.
Finally, they cleared it; this time, they must rest thoroughly.
Thinking this, Kane got up and quickly freshened up.
Ah, my body feels so soft and weary.
