Upstairs, in the room.
Caroline Edwin entered the bathroom to wash up, changed into home pajamas, dried her hair, and then lay down to rest.
The night was thick and peaceful, and the person lying in bed slept serenely.
Suddenly, mana fluctuations appeared in the room, followed by the figure of a man appearing inside.
Blake Fuller, wearing a deep blue robe with slightly disheveled black hair and without his gold-rimmed glasses on his nose.
He walked to the side of the bed, lifted the covers, lay down, and stretched out his hand to embrace the person sleeping next to him.
"Carol."
A low murmur spilled from his throat, his voice gentle and affectionate.
Blake Fuller did not deliberately conceal the mana on his body, and as Caroline Edwin nestled in his arms, her brows furrowed, then slowly relaxed.
She made a soft murmur, "Mm... Master, Blake..."
After speaking, she snuggled into his chest, found a comfortable position, and slept with steady breathing.
"Good."
