When Agatha woke up again, she was alone in the room. The thick curtains were tightly closed, making the room extremely quiet.
Probably considering the fact that she wasn’t familiar with the environment, someone put a candle beside the front of the bed, which was quietly burning with orange flames.
Agatha turned her head and watched it for a long time, only to find that there wasn’t a single drop of wax overflowing. The candle seemed to be burning forever without any change in the length.
"It may be caused by magic," she thought.
The quilt was so soft that it was probably made of high-quality cotton and filled with light and warm fluff. The treatment was as good as that in the Holy City of Taquila, which made it hard for Agatha to believe that there could be such comfortable beds and bedrooms in Barbarian Land.
