The day after I started staying at the Bet household.

I woke up in the morning, tidied up the room, and stepped outside. Beatrice was sleeping with her head down on the table.

The air outside was still a deep blue, signaling it was early morning.

A pile of documents that seemed to have been settled was stacked high on the right side, and only a few pages remained on the left side.

I approached Beatrice.

"Wake up. We still need to finish the work."

"You’re making a horrible noise," Beatrice mumbled, barely awake. She’s up now. From her voice, it doesn’t seem like I woke her up. Did she wake up when I came downstairs?

"You’re almost done, right?"

"Yeah. Almost."

Beatrice got up from her seat. There was no sign that she had been sleeping deeply, so she probably just took a light nap.

Or maybe she couldn’t sleep because of me.@@novelbin@@

Stretching, Beatrice walked towards the kitchen and opened a refrigerator-like object to check inside.

The difference between this and a regular fridge was that it didn’t have a freezer.

According to Victoria’s knowledge, just refrigerating things could maintain a level of freshness similar to freezing.

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