When I woke up, I was lying on my oyster bed. Piles of books were stacked orderly on the table next to my bed. Bags and jars of candies were lined up orderly on the shelves in my room. Something was weird. My room wasn't this tidy. This looked more like the room of a certain god.
I picked up a novel from the stack.
'Miracle Doctor- The Empress'
'The Rebellious Vicious Miracle Doctor Princess'
So the trend these days was for royalties to study to be doctors?
He never placed these things in my room, usually he would give it to me, or throw it to me, by himself. That's weird.
I swam to the door and then I realized it was locked, or more accurately sealed with a spell. What did he mean? Now he wished to punish me? He had never once sealed me in my room under the lake in the past three thousand years.
