"It's me, Olivia. Do you have time to talk to me?"
In the dim room, Olivia was curled up tightly on the springy bed near the window, clutching the quilt in her arms. Her messy golden hair draped down to the floor from the edge of the bed.
On the luxurious wooden chair beside her hung the clothes she had changed out of the night before. Strangely, the clothes were not her usual noble attire but rather a lead-gray outfit resembling nightwear.
Hearing Louis's voice at the door, the bedding on the bed squirmed a bit, and her curled-up body slowly unfolded. A pale and clean hand groped around the area, and a magical glow swept the nightwear into a dimensional bag. Only then did she slowly get up.
Just as the girl was about to rise, the hand supporting her slipped off the bed, causing her body to lose balance instantly, doing a side roll wrapped in her quilt onto the floor.
A muffled groan sounded.
