The morning of the second day began pleasantly.
After sleeping deeply, I woke refreshed, and the birdsong outside the window was pleasing to the ear.
The weather, however, was gloomy.
Mournveil lay in a basin surrounded by valleys, so fog was frequent.
The morning of the second day was no exception, with milky-white curtains hanging in every direction.
It was difficult even to tell whether the sun had risen.
Instead of sunlight, a System Window greeted me.
This is your second day in Mournveil.
In CoV, a System Window appeared every morning to report the player’s progress.
With my evidence count at zero, I changed neatly into my clothes and left the bedroom.
The fragrant scent of tea poured over me the instant I opened the door.
“Good morning, Mr. Gunbam.”
Dominic greeted me from the living-room sofa.
The sight of him drinking black tea as he read the newspaper looked quite human.
If one overlooked the fact that he stood three meters tall.
I stared blankly at the newspaper and teacup transformed to accommodate his size, then belatedly returned the greeting.
“Good morning. Did you sleep well last night, Mr. Dominic? Your sleeping arrangements changed so suddenly because of me, and I hope you weren’t uncomfortable….”
Polite words spilled automatically from my mouth.
To be honest, anyone faced with a three-meter-tall man would discover manners they had never known they possessed.
“Not at all. And even if I had been uncomfortable, I doubt I would have noticed.”
“Why is that?”
“Because I was…