Miro, who had been checking Sirone�s condition every night, decided to take her time and watch.

And just like that, another day passed.

-Release of restraints.�acceptance of the will to act.

Sirone�s eyebrows twitched at the voice that shimmered like a dream.

As Armand�s robes became organic, they were sucked into the shape of the demonic sword, and Sirone�s eyelids slowly opened shortly thereafter.

�����.�

Memories from heaven flooded into Sirone�s mind as he slowly blinked at the log roof.

�Huh!�

Shirone, who jumped up with the fighting instinct, widened her eyes and was wary of her surroundings.

�What?�

It was a strange sight no matter how I looked around.

Neither the spiers of Araboth nor the terrifying archangel Faiel were to be found.

�What happened?�Where are you?�

Fear crept in as if from a distant future.

However, the first thing the body felt after realizing the reality was hunger to the point of stomach ache.

Hearing the growl, Sirone grabbed his stomach and bent down.

�hungry.�

As his sense of smell revived, the smell of boiling grass leaked in through the cracks in the door.

�Eat something����.�

When I opened the door and went out, a woman with long blue hair, wearing an apron, was cooking porridge in a small kitchen.

It felt familiar for some reason, but I couldn�t tell just by looking at the back.

�Who is it?�

As she scooped the porridge into the ladle and tasted it slightly, she murmured happily.

�Oh, I�m a genius too.�He is a genius with a sense of taste who finds tasteless things delicious.�

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Sirone, who was staring blankly, asked.

�Hey, who are you?�Where are you?�

Upon hearing Sirone�s voice, Miro turned around and smiled brightly.

�what?�Did you sleep well, Sirone?�

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