May 20, 5:55 am, London, England
I need a holiday.
My body is overworked. I can feel the bags under my eyes, the creak in my back. I take micro-naps while typing now; the weird rhythm of typing is like a lullaby to my ears.
The reason I was working so much was because the Demon Lord had decided to isolate himself to "cultivate," whatever that meant. I had said as much when the Demon Lord had told me, and he'd seemed surprised.
"You've never read cultivation novels?" he had asked.
I told him I hadn't. It was true, after all. I was more into Manga and Korean Webtoons.
He had given me a bunch of novels to read as homework. Most of them were not to my taste, but I could see the appeal. And there were some that were genuinely quite good.
