At dawn the next morning, the morning bell rang.
Lynch woke up from his bed.
He looked around: the soft wooden bed, the carved wardrobe, the polished wooden floor, and the ceiling.
An owl was hooting from the tree outside, and dim light poured in through the cross-shaped window.
Peaceful and serene, yet infused with a hint of mystery.
"Sleeping in the Tower is truly the best!" Lynch praised as he got out of bed.
He got dressed, washed up, and headed to the kitchen to prepare breakfast—a plate of honey-white bread paired with a fried egg and a cup of hot milk. These had been kept in the cabinet, which was equipped with a special space technique, ensuring they remained unspoiled despite being left for months.
Sitting at the dining table with his food, Lynch savored his meal while opening his system panel to check his current status.
