Suddenly—
Dila's eyes snapped open.
Her chest rose with a quiet breath.
The ceiling above was unfamiliar, adorned with silver vines engraved into elven marble.
She blinked, slowly.
She was laying in a bed… but not just any bed.
Soft. Velvet. Royal.
The covers shimmered slightly, enchanted with restoration magic. The sheets smelled faintly of white lilies and healing herbs.
Yet—there was no one else in the room.
Quiet. Still. Peaceful.
"Ugh… my head…"
Dila whispered, rubbing her right eye with her left hand.
She sat up slowly, the silky blanket slipping down her shoulder.
A soft swish of movement echoed.
☆ Master... I missed you... ☆
The familiar frail voice returned—Nari. Gentle.
Worried. Sincere.
Dila exhaled and muttered, "How long have I been sleeping…?"
☆ Congratulations, Master. You only slept for one day ☆
"W-What?" Dila blinked, surprised.
"One day only?"
☆ Yes! ☆
