Master Hana was not one to sleep deeply. As someone who was the head of a guild, deep sleep was a foreign concept to her.
She needed to be always alert because she had too many enemies out to kill her. And every second of distraction could result in her death.
So that was why this morning was making her feel uneasy. Her sleep had been too deep to be natural and her body was also sluggish. It was almost as if she had been drugged before being put to sleep.
But that could not be right. She remembered running away from Fenrir breast by sacrificing her precious weapon and then reaching the Grandmaster somehow through the fog.
They had returned to the Elf village and then gone to sleep. So, this must be the main house of this village.
Somehow, it looked different from what Hana was used to seeing. And she was also alone in the room without her company in sight.
