At the moment I realized the dog bowl—or rather, my bowl—filled with food was placed on the floor by Ethan, I felt a wave of bewilderment.

Could this really be my “breakfast”? I glanced up at him, but he just stood there, waiting in silence as if expecting me to eat.

“Master Ethan?”

“Hurry up and eat. There’s plenty to do today.”

“…”

…Maybe I should just comply for now.

Resisting further didn’t seem like it would change anything, and I needed more information to understand why things had reached this point.

If I wanted to recover the lost year …