The morning felt invigorating.
It was as if all the lingering negative energy in my body had been exhaled completely.
How should I put it—my lower abdomen felt unusually light today. My face was glowing, full of vitality.

“The birds are chirping, the sky is clear without a single cloud—perfect weather to storm the Blue House.”

I murmured to myself as I glanced toward the bed.
Rachel, who had just woken up, still couldn’t move properly. Considering the amount of effort she had put in, almost to the point of dehydration, it wasn’t surprising.

“Well then, my …