The Viper’s Severed Head (2)

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When Duke opened his eyes, an unfamiliar ceiling stretched above him.

Its brown wooden trim served as decoration,

while the ceiling itself was the plain white marble commonly seen in the finest lodgings of this era.

As befitted one of the finest lodgings in the Holy Kingdom, no expense had been spared on the artistry of even the ceiling.

Its decorations had been designed down to the colors and three-dimensional details, so it would look most beautiful from the bed.

Having studied a fair amount of the arts, Duke recognized the effort at a glance.

Chirp, chirp.

Birdsong announcing the morning reached his ears.

Tsk...