The next morning, I stir slowly, blinking against the soft light pouring in through the window. Outside, the faint murmur of voices drifts up from the street—vendors setting up their stalls, carts rattling by, someone laughing far off. It''s warm already, the sunlight golden and sleepy as it spills across the wooden floor.

    I breathe in.

    Still early, I think. Maybe around eight. Maybe a little earlier.

    I let myself lie there for a moment, just soaking in the quiet.

    Another day in this strange, beautiful world.

    Another morning with my catgirl girlfriend.

    A smile tugs at my lips before I even open my eyes fully.

    Last night… I didn''t dream. Not even a flicker. But I''m not surprised. After everything—after the teasing, the kisses, the way she pulled me close again and again, the way we made love like ravenous beasts—I think my body just gave out. Slept like a log. Like the dead. And honestly? No regrets.

    When I finally manage to turn my head, the other side of the room comes into view. And of course, she''s already up.

    Eris.

    She''s upside down. Literally.

    Balancing on one hand in a perfect one-finger handstand push-up, her legs extended straight toward the ceiling, tail flicking for balance. Her workout clothes are simple: snug black pants and a short medieval-style tank top that hugs her body just enough to drive me crazy.

    As she lowers herself down with smooth, impossible control, her arms tense, lean muscle flexing with effortless grace. Her top slips just a bit, enough to reveal the lines of her abs, taut and gleaming with the faintest sheen of sweat.

    I blink once. Then again.

    Gods… what a way to start the morning!

    She exhales slowly on the push-up''s return, her breath steady, sweat beading on her brow before dripping onto the towel below. Focused. Graceful. Ridiculously hot.

    I just… watch for a bit.

    In the span of two minutes, she knocks out over a hundred push-ups without so much as flinching. And she''s still going. Sear?h the N?vel(F)ire.ηet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

    Eventually, she glances over and grins when she sees me awake. "Oh hey! You''re up. Good morning!"

    I rub my eyes with the back of my hand, smile lazily. "Mmm… morning…"

    Then I stretch, arms up, back arched, and let out a long, soft yawn. The blanket slides down from my shoulders and pools around my waist. The last of the sleep lingers in my limbs, warm and heavy.

    And yet… watching her like this, so full of energy and drive so early in the morning, it''s hard not to feel a little guilty.

    Or maybe just… inspired.

    Sort of.

    Okay, mostly guilty.

    But I mean… that''s just the kind of morning you get when your girlfriend is some kind of beautiful, terrifying warrior monk who wakes up at sunrise to do one-finger push-ups!

    Anyway… today''s the day.

    We''re moving out of the inn. Time to pack, get dressed, and head out.

    Not that I have a lot to carry though. Just a few outfits, some personal things. That''s about it.

    But still… I want to help. I want to feel useful. If Eris needs anything, I''ll be right there.

    But before I can say anything, though—

    "Here," she says, her voice casual as she straightens up from her final push-up and tosses a towel over her shoulders. "I got these ready for you."

    "Huh?" I blink, confused.

    Then I follow her gaze toward the bed.

    And stop.

    Right beside me, neatly folded, is a small stack of fresh clothes: clean pants, a soft linen shirt, and my boots placed carefully at the foot of the bed. Everything looks freshly laundered, even warm from the sun.

    "…What''s this?" I ask, still blinking.

    "Your clothes," Eris replies, as if it''s the most obvious thing in the world.

    "My clothes?"

    "For the morning," she says, drying the sweat from her neck with the towel. "Figured you''d want something clean to start the day."

    I stare down at the little pile for a moment.

    Then I turn and look at the room one more time.

    Our table…

    Our wardrobe…

    Empty.

    That''s when it hits me.

    "Wait… wait, wait—did you already pack everything up?!"

    Her smile turns just a little smug.

    And I''m left blinking, tangled in the sheets, still not quite awake, while my girlfriend, somehow, has already cleaned the room, packed our things, and knocked out a full workout!

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    "Yup, everything''s in here!" Eris says brightly, flipping her dimensional storage box into the air and catching it with a little flourish.

    I gape. "Erisss!! You''re so fast!!"

    She laughs, tail flicking behind her. "Hehe, I just tossed everything into the storage box. Took me, like, five minutes!"

    "Ooooh…" I lean closer, eyes wide. "That thing''s so unfair…"

    I mean, seriously—everything''s in there. Our clothes, our weapons, all the potions, supplies, spare gear… even the big iron-banded chest with the ridiculously heavy padlock. Gone. Tucked away into a little cube of compressed space that fits in the palm of her hand.

    Now that I think about it… dimensional storage is so overpowered for moving out!

    "Alright," she says, stretching her arms above her head. "Once we''re done with breakfast, we can head out."

    "Nn!" I nod eagerly, then hop out of bed, energized by her enthusiasm.

    Time to get moving.

    With that, I roll out of bed and start the morning rush—brushing my teeth, washing my face with cool water, splashing myself until I''m awake. Then it''s time to change into the fresh clothes Eris left for me earlier. Soft shirt. Clean pants. Boots snug and warm.

    By the time I''m dressed, Eris is already back from a quick bath downstairs. Her hair''s still damp, clinging to her cheeks. She''s changed into her usual traveling clothes: fitted adventurer''s pants, a sturdy tunic, and that light cloak she always tosses over her shoulder like it''s nothing.

    Her bag''s already slung over one shoulder. Of course.

    We do a final sweep of the room together, checking under the bed, the drawers, behind the curtains.

    Nope—nothing left behind.

    And then… it''s time.

    We step into the hallway.

    Eris pulls the door shut gently behind us.

    Click.

    She turns the key.

    I stand there for a moment, my hand still hovering on the door. The quiet finality of the sound echoes through my chest more than I expect. Something tugs at me. A little ache, just beneath the surface.

    "…You know," Eris says softly, stepping beside me, her palm pressing lightly to the door, "I think I''m gonna miss this room too."

    I glance over at her. She''s not smiling now—but her expression is warm. A little nostalgic.

    "We had a lot of good memories here," she murmurs. "First night together. That stormy afternoon. All the times we got lazy and stayed in bed too long…"

    "Nn…" I sniff, blinking fast as my eyes start to sting.

    "…But," she adds, her voice lighter now, "at our new place? It will be more fun, more wonderful! We''ll make even more memories. Wonderful ones! Beautiful ones! Together!"

    My heart squeezes.

    "Nn!" I nod. "We will!"

    She leans in and kisses the top of my head, then gently takes my hand in hers. Our fingers intertwining.

    "Ready?"

    "Ready."

    And just like that, we walk away—hand in hand, hearts full.

    Behind us, the room stands quiet.

    Goodbye, Gilded Horns.

    Thanks for everything.