The Swordmaster and the Great Mage (1)

A languid Thursday noon.

With no lectures, no club activities, and no students at Linea Hall—in other words, the perfect day.

Since I have to attend that damned temporary Four Seasons Society meeting this weekend... I should enjoy this happiness to the fullest today, at least...!!

Sunlight streaming in through the window settled over the fluffy quilt the maids had carefully prepared.

I had only just woken from sleeping in and was cocooned in the warm quilt when—

-Knock knock

The sound of a knock echoed softly.

“Yaaawn...”

I stretched languidly as I yawned.

“Mmm, come innn...”...