The morning had arrived, and the sun was above the forest. Near the campfire was a shallow river, and the crystal-clear water was flowing, its soothing flow playing a peaceful melody. Nearby were the sounds of the chirping of birds. From afar, the howling of monsters and animals.
Killian was on the river, currently washing his face, wearing only his pants; his top was lying on the riverbank. He rubbed his palm on his cheek, getting caressed by the cold water.
Upon sensing someone approaching, Killian stood properly. "I am surprised that you are the first one to wake up."
"Are you saying that just because I am a noble, I would be the last one to wake up?" Titsirina answered. She sat on the riverbank, washing her white feet while gently caressing the flowing water with her delicate fingers.
"Now that I think about it, that came out bad," Killian said.
