After that, his body felt numb, and he couldn't even move it. Hart spent a good amount of time wondering in his mind, in the darkness of his closed eyelids, even though when he could hear the heartbeats of his own immobile body, he was no longer in control. Is he dead?

  Softly rolling across his face, a gust of wind makes its presence known from a nearby source. Suddenly, Hart was acquiring his sense of touch and woke up from his so-called dream. His eyes slowly opened from the bed of his birth, struggling under the weight of his unfamiliar eyelids. He pushed himself to the air, finding it hard to move his very own body.

  Nonetheless, the mass of his body is becoming easier to bance as he begins to move forward to get up on his feet. Slowly making progress, he scanned about the room he was in. The heavy eyelids were challenging his awakening, drooping down and pushing Hart to the edge of falling back to sleep. Nonetheless, he didn't decide to give in to the terrible sleepiness. He had to get back to work.

  Hart's left arm reached out to the bedside table, tapping the hard wooden surface as it tried to find an arm clock. The issue was that there was no clock or any arm that needed to be turned off. By muscle memory, he'd unconsciously done so before he registered the error in his head.

  Moving his focus elsewhere, he tried to get his butt up from the bed, but after experiencing a great difficulty with his stiff body, the only alternative was to slouch back to the bed mattress. By now, his eyes began to adjust themselves. The foggy surroundings sharpened up and became clearer to him, giving him the ability to properly view his room.

  The royal red king-sized canopied bed that he woke up from; the well-framed great window on his left, where the wind was coming from; the dim red walls that show the colour of the room; a vanity table that stood on the far right side of the room; the perfectly aligned wooden floor pnks.

  "Yes, it's truly a wonderful sight to see my bedroom." Hart thought to himself.

  "Yes, it is..."

  There could be no better time to finally rid the tiresome hours of work than the weekdays.

  "Yeah..."

  A cup of tea instead of the regur morning coffee might be a great way to change the bad habit. The caffeine from every day will be a problem at some point, so better to start now than never.

  "Yeah..."

  Weird. Why is there a vanity table in the room? No one here uses any kind of makeup or even needs a vanity table to do any facial adjustments. Those walls as well, since when were they so red? The floor was always wooden, though. Wait! They're darker than usual. If not mistaken, the wood is supposed to be from North American maple trees, not a dark one, like bckwood!

  "..."

  Hart only now figured out what was wrong.

  "Wait."

  Suddenly, getting a sense of reality, he skimmed through the room in utter shock, finding nothing that was of familiarity to his real room. He was no longer back home, but somewhere else that he could not recognise.

  "Where the hell am I?!"

  Hart grabbed onto the bedside as he stumbled his way up, wanting to find the way out or even answers. Switching his hands, the next thing he tched onto was the window. At least the outside could give him a sense of location—

  Complete countryside. Nothing but a gate of the building and the vast field of grass, trees, bushes, and shrubbery. Processing this, he couldn't budge from his panicked state, in complete awe about the uncharted nd that he was awakened upon. Nothing more in his mind other than a mouth that can give him an expnation.

  As if his question were to be answered, the double doors at the other end of the room, which were unbothered until now, opened, revealing an anonymous woman who entered the domain with a calm yet lowered facial expression. Her appearance, as a whole, shows a maid's outfit of bck and white colour; a warm white face that showed no imperfections; dark eyeshes that are all evenly curled up; lips without a sense of emotion or motion; long dark hair; still, straight posture worth the standards of a true maid. Though she, of all of the women that he had encountered in life, made him feel restrained and controlled. Whatever she had, he felt an immense power coming out of her, but strangely enough, he sensed a great, gentle connection to her.

  While Hart was daydreaming, the dy had already entered the room with the doors shut and was standing there emotionless. Her head was facing down to the ground, as if she were addressing a higher-up.

  "Have you slept well, sir?" The mystery woman asked, still motionlessly looking downwards, which made him jump a bit. The silence in the room was overwhelming enough to antagonise him to speak.

  "Umm... yes, but... who are you?"

  As if he said something sensitive, the woman suddenly looked towards him with a shocked face of disbelief.

  "Surely you jest, my lord! How could you forget your own Guardian angel?"

  "Guardian angel?" he contempted. These words were ringing a bell in Hart's mind, but the reason was still a mystery. Then, as quickly as he went into thought, a jolt of realisation kicked him in the head as he remembered the 'dream' that he had st night.

  Reacting to the recognition, he marked his eyes with the woman above him. She quickly faced down upon his gaze, reverting to her original stance.

  "The orb?" he asked.

  His words made her relieved as her cheek muscle seemed to contract into a smile.

  "Yes, it is one of my many forms, but it's not yet my truest one. My docile form is my current, though. This is a form chosen to suit your world's standards. Am I wrong?"

  She raised her head towards him along her sentence. He stood nailed to his position, barely moving ever since she arrived, thinking of a way to reply to her and awkwardly staring at his dream.

  "Umm... Where am I?"

  Carefully gncing towards the window and back to him, the girl seemed to have a calmer expression than her previous. The undeniable eyes of a priestess, looking into his wide, clueless ones.

  "Sir, the nation of the Nomural Republic is waiting for your command."