The sharp chime of the Doomheim-style alarm bell rang out.

And then, the sunlight of morning spilled in.

It wasn’t the artificial glowstone of Doomheim.

It was real sunlight, streaming through the now-exposed ceiling of Doomheim.@@novelbin@@

“Mm…”

Ashies shifted restlessly in bed.

The artificial glowstones could have their brightness adjusted, but the sun didn’t have such a function. The sun's light struck directly at Ashies’s eyes, a focused assault.

She pulled the blanket up over her head and waited.

Quietly.

Soon enough, the sound of approaching footsteps reached her ears.

The blanket was suddenly yanked away.

“The sun’s already high in the sky. How much longer are you planning to laze around? Just because you defeated a dragon doesn’t mean you can sleep the day away, you know.”

A familiar voice.

A voice she had been waiting for.

But Ashies didn’t move.

Like a sleeping princess from a fairy tale.

She waited patiently for the right moment.

“Get up. If you don’t, I’ll wake you by force.”

Not yet.

Not just yet.

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