"Hmm... Ha..."

A lazy, slightly drowsy voice drifted through the room.

As the voice rang out, a woman who had just woken from a sweet dream slowly opened her eyes.

She stretched out her fair and slender arms, her graceful waist slightly bent, her elegant legs straight, exuding a lazy and relaxed air.

"Phew~"

Lia felt an unprecedented sense of comfort as she lay on the soft cushion, gently rubbing her eyes.

She felt a slight soreness throughout her body, especially in her limbs and meridians.

Lia reluctantly sat up, gently twisting her shoulders and rubbing her spine.

It was as if this could dispel the stiffness in my body.

She felt as if she had slept for an entire century during that sleep.

After her body had relaxed for a while, she gradually opened her eyes and looked around.

She found herself in a rather simple-looking little house.

The walls appeared to be made of sand and clay, and were even unpainted, leaving their raw, earthy brown color exposed.

Inside the walls, there were even some dried weeds.

There wasn't even a bed beneath her, just a soft mattress filled with cotton.

Compared to the surrounding walls, this cushion is quite luxurious.

Lia looked around the room with a puzzled expression and noticed a small iron stove emitting a warm glow.

The charcoal at the bottom of the stove was burning red-hot, occasionally emitting a subtle aroma of burning firewood.

The crimson light illuminated the surrounding walls, making the whole room feel exceptionally warm.

Hot water, bread, and jam were laid out on the wooden four-legged table.

The room gave Leah a first impression of being "simple," quite different from the aristocratic residences she was familiar with.

It felt like... a slum.

Lia never imagined she would have the opportunity to live in a place like this.

They even thought their family had suddenly gone bankrupt.

But now, this place gives her a strange feeling of warmth.

Her gaze eventually settled on the jam and bread on the table.

As she watched, her stomach growled.

Hearing this voice, Lia's cheeks turned noticeably red.

I'm hungry.

But as a member of an aristocratic family, and the mistress of the Clavenna household, such a loss of composure was truly inappropriate.

But right now she did feel her stomach was empty, a strong hunger was pounding on her belly, and her stomach was growling unhappily.

Not only that, her lips were chapped and her tongue felt dry.

It looked as if they hadn't eaten or drunk anything for a long time.

This puzzled Lia; she wondered how long she had slept.

However, despite being extremely hungry, she did not reach for the bread and hot water on the table.

Since she didn't even know where she was, Lia dared not eat anything indiscriminately.

She gazed at the room, her thoughts gradually becoming hazy, and she couldn't help but begin to ponder deeply.

"Strange...when did I fall asleep?"

Lia sat there, clutching her head, frozen in place, staring blankly at the ground, trying hard to remember something.

Then, she seemed to gradually remember something.

"like……"

She also remembered that before she fell asleep, it seemed like Viktor said something.

Should Cocoy take her to...a safe place?

Lia was stunned by this thought.

She looked up and re-examined the mud-brick house, muttering to herself.

Is this what you call security?

We should be thankful that the house didn't collapse.

So, what exactly happened?

Just as she was puzzled, there was a noise at the door.

Lia's gaze followed the source of the sound, fixed on the wooden, dark door.

Suddenly, the door was pushed open, and the first thing that came into view was a white, soft object, which looked like a ball of light cotton.

Lia squinted, feeling that this thing was somewhat familiar.

Immediately afterwards, the cotton-like cloud shrank and struggled to get through the narrow doorway.

"Ouch."

With that cry, the white cloud rushed into the house and crashed into the earthen wall.

Lia was startled by what she saw.

Above the clouds was a pointy-eared elf.

She covered her head, her features contorted, and rubbed her forehead.

Kokot, who had squeezed into the doorway, turned and glared at it, muttering in dissatisfaction with a pout:

"Seriously, even if it's a temporary construction, the door shouldn't be built so low."

Didn't they consider elves like me sitting on clouds?

Koko muttered a complaint under his breath, then turned around and saw Leah sitting up.

Lia stared blankly at Kokot in front of her, then blinked.

Kokot, who was looking directly at her, was also surprised and blinked in unison.

"You're awake."

Lia nodded blankly.

...

Glug—

"ha!"

After drinking hot water and rinsing down the bread stuck in her throat, Leah exhaled a breath of hot air with a sense of satisfaction.

She could clearly feel her stomach warming up, and her strength gradually returning.

Now, her mouth is no longer dry, and she can speak comfortably.

Previously, due to her distrust of this unfamiliar environment, she was unwilling to try these foods easily.

But after learning that the food was arranged by the royal family, she felt relieved, and even the bread she put in her mouth seemed to taste better.

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