It was already four in the morning by the time Al finally returned to his room in the grand Virellano residence.
The entire mansion was quiet, wrapped in that eerie stillness that only existed before dawn. The faint hum of distant night insects was the only thing that dared to disturb the silence.
Al's body, however, felt heavier than stone. As soon as he reached the edge of his bed, he simply let himself fall onto the mattress, letting out a quiet exhale that carried both fatigue and relief.
He still had responsibilities waiting for him later that morning—he had to meet with the construction workers before they entered the area that had been cloaked under illusion wards.
Those workers, being ordinary humans, wouldn't survive the confusion of a distorted perception field unless he gave them a magical neutralizer first. That meant… there was no room for him to oversleep.
But for now, exhaustion ruled him.
