For the first time since I transmigrated into this novel, I woke up feeling absolutely terrible.
Maybe it was because of last night's fight with Alice Draken. Or maybe it was something else entirely.
…No, let's be honest. It was definitely because of that fight.
Still, I guess I was in better shape than expected—considering I'd taken the full force of an attack from a named character and was still breathing.
"Oh, you're awake? I'm almost done preparing, so wash your face first."
Leona's voice drifted over, calm and casual, as if it was perfectly normal to whip up breakfast at dawn while cross-dressing like it was second nature.
I should've felt guilty about it. I really should have. But somewhere along the way, I'd grown completely addicted to this routine. The magic of a warm meal waiting for me every morning was something I couldn't give up anymore.
