A week.

Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday.

The names of the days of the week are tied to celestial bodies: the moon, the sun, and planets like Mars and Saturn.

According to the internet, the modern system for days of the week originated from ancient Babylon.

Wars have both started and ended within the span of a week, and the Apollo 11 lunar mission took roughly the same amount of time.

A week, though fleeting in personal routines, is significant enough in history to bring about events that can change the fate of nations or communities.

"...Oh, I see."

I delved into the profound meaning of a week while scrolling through a wiki site.

...All while sprawled on the sofa with my limbs stretched out, doing absolutely nothing.@@novelbin@@

Exploring knowledge like this is fascinating.

Back when I lived on the continent of Astria, I thought about studying its history and culture once everything was over. After all, even a peaceful hero must occasionally make public appearances, and I didn’t want to be dismissed as someone who only knew how to fight.

I tapped the knee of the person whose lap I was using as a pillow and shoved my phone screen in her face.

"Chris-unnie, look at this. A week is a very important amount of time."

"...Since when were you interested in things like this?"

"I just got curious recently."

"Heh, so are you saying you're upset about spending this important week doing nothing?"

"I’m just saying, that’s all."

Slbi-ssi?

Lately, Chris-unnie had been calling me Slbi more often than Rain.

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