If it weren't for that, Shiayar might not even be able to stand up straight right now.
Shiayar had been lying in bed for a long while, not getting up until his headache and feelings of weakness had completely dissipated.
After washing up in the bathroom and changing the bedsheets, he got dressed and went downstairs.
"Good morning, Ennie."
The blonde girl poured milk into two identical glass cups and brought them to the table. "Morning, Student Shiayar."
Well, it seems the girl was still sulking.
Shiayar wasn't sure if she was upset about being the first to die in the game yesterday or about not having had enough fun last night.
Perhaps it was both.
Sipping on his milk while eating a sandwich, Shiayar's gaze fell on the "Camelot Morning News" next to the table.
The front-page story was about how thirteen factions of Great Nobles in the Empire Capital, which included several oath-sworn families, had been legally dealt with for charges such as suspected rebellion.
