It was the dead of night, and sleep eluded me. My body felt fatigued, but the embrace of slumber remained elusive.
Despite my earnest attempts to find rest, the sandman seemed to have deserted me, and I hadn't even consumed any coffee.
"What's wrong with me? I used to sleep so easily," I muttered, rising from my bed.
Since drowsiness refused to grace me with its presence, I decided to step outside for a breath of fresh air.
The resident Spirit servants had concluded their duties for the night, leaving only the vigilant Spirit Guards, poised to respond to any nocturnal emergencies.
"Can't sleep?" one of the Spirit Guards inquired as I descended the stairs.
"No, I'm going to give relaxation outside a try, and see if it induces drowsiness," I replied.
"How about accompanying the boss? She's also outside the mansion, attempting to find a remedy for her sleeplessness."
