Thomas woke up the next day, and he didn't remember what had happened. His memories seemed to have been erased until he turned towards the castle, leaving Iris.
The man neither asked nor wanted to find out what had happened. Morgan just kept his mouth shut and thought the whole thing was just a coincidence that didn't need to be told.
The sun shone brightly through the window panes whose curtains had been pulled to the side, and it seemed that Thomas was getting ready to continue his journey again.
Thomas buttoned his white shirt in front of the mirror, then ran his fingers through his hair and looked in the mirror.
Everything was done with slow and graceful movements. He was quite satisfied to see his reflection in the mirror.
"Brat, how much longer do I have to wait? Get out!"
