. . .
Time passed, and before Zeirenne knew it, morning came.
She bandaged her foot and arm before stepping out of her room to gaze into the horizon on her balcony. Letting herself get mesmerized as the sun slowly lit the surroundings with bright colors.
The view was no less beautiful than how it dazzled at night. With the dews still covering the leaves of trees, the sparkles comforted Zeirenne in an indescribable feeling. She missed waking up to this scenery every morning—being greeted by lively greens rather than noisy cars.
In the middle of enjoying her sceneries, her stomach grumbled, and she groaned from this, "URGH. Could you hang in there? I swear I'll make that Miura Takumi eat dirt once all of these ends," she clenched her fist before slamming it into the balcony.
A knock interrupted her starvation, and she looked back to see one of her 'prison guards' inside her room.
