After dinner, Izikel stepped out of the house to get some fresh air… to get away from the noise inside.
He took a long breath in and exhaled slowly.
"The air outside feels better. Maybe it's because of the fire lamps inside…" he muttered to himself, his voice quiet against the whispering wind.
He yawned, his arms stretching wide above his head, bones cracking softly. The cool air outside felt good against his skin, cleansing in a way the stuffy atmosphere indoors couldn't be. He lingered there for a moment, under the dim glow of the moonlight, letting his body relax.
Then, moving with practiced subtlety, he made his way to a dark corner of the courtyard, away from the maids and guards. His eyes scanned the surroundings quickly. Satisfied that no one was watching, he raised his hand and summoned something using Dream Creation — a faint shimmer in the air, a quiet flicker of light, and then, just like that, a book materialized in his hand.
