“Are you awake?”
“?”

Lisir thought he was, but perhaps he was still dreaming.
That was the first impression that crossed his mind as he woke.

After all, the scene before him was nothing short of surreal.

Whoosh.
The curtains were drawn open with vigor.

Morning sunlight poured through the window, illuminating the maid who had opened the curtains.
Her silver hair, tinged with a soft pink hue, glistened in the sunlight, making it shine even more brilliantly.

And that smile.

“Good morning!”

It was a cheerful smile, as if it sought to fill the entire …