The night got deeper.
Soran sat on the cold rock with a quill pen. In front of him was a piece of spell scroll on a stone table which he had split with his curved sword. For an adventurer like him, his ability to adapt to the environment was undoubtedly very strong. Whether it was a quiet and comfortable inn or a deserted cave, he could always concentrate on what he should do. Next to him was Princess Anna, with her head askew. Her little face seemed to have a little baby fat as she held her chin in her hands. She was still cute and lovely of course.
Soran did not know how long he had been studying magic. By the time he looked up, Princess Anna was already a little sleepy, but she was still sitting beside him, without interrupting him at all. After noticing this, Soran put down his quill pen, put the spell scroll aside, turned around and said, "Sleep if you're tired. I have a tent blanket here that you could spread out and sleep on."
