After ten minutes inside his personal room, Razeal finally settled on the edge of his bed, having finished his dinner and coffee. The warmth still lingered in his chest, a rare comfort after so long.
[Shall we continue our training now, Host? Or have you had enough slacking off?] the System's voice rang out, dry and unimpressed.
Razeal set his coffee cup down on the side table with a soft clink and leaned back slightly, exhaling.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm done," he muttered, then smirked. "But you have no idea… Just being able to eat something hot, packed, and actually decent after years it's something else. Give me a break, I was just having a moment."
[Well, if you're ready, shall we proceed with training now?] the System asked with a sigh that barely hid its impatience.
"Actually, no," Razeal replied, brushing his fingers through his hair, eyes narrowing thoughtfully. "I've got a different plan. Just give me twenty minutes. I think I can pull this off."
[Huh?]
