Although the current situation was sowhat troubleso,
it did not affect Ronald’s plan to eat breakfast.
Chewing slowly on the sandwich in his hand, after accepting reality, he even felt that the taste of this breakfast was quite good, considering it as a special jam sandwich was no problem.
"Indeed..."
"Have I reached the age where eating sweets can improve my mood?"
He muttered quietly, Ronald stepped forward and lightly shook Miss Cynthia, who was still in a state of unconsciousness:
"Miss Cynthia... Miss Cynthia?"
"Are you okay?"
"..."
The girl before him was, after all, his landlord, and Ronald didn’t want to be too rough, so he was very gentle in his actions.
He pushed and called her for a few seconds.
It was only then that Cynthia on the sofa slowly opened her eyes.
"..."
She probably hadn’t quite sorted out her current situation yet.
After regaining consciousness, Cynthia blinked blankly for a mont and then looked at Ronald in front of her with a dazed expression.
"Ah...?"
She tilted her head slightly, still not fully grasping the situation.
After pondering for a few more seconds, she gradually erged from her previous state of confusion.
"Mr. Ronald..."
"I..."
"What was I doing just now?"
Seeing his landlord’s reaction, Ronald inwardly cheered.
It was probably because Claudia had been too efficient that Cynthia in front of him hadn’t caught on to anything and was completely out of the loop.
This made it much easier for him to explain.
Of course, the most basic test could not be forgotten.
With a decision in mind, Ronald then asked with a caring tone:
"Miss Cynthia, I went out to buy breakfast earlier, and when I ca back, I found you fainted on the ground."
"What happened?"
"..."
Hearing Ronald’s question, Cynthia blinked with a troubled look in her eyes.
After hesitating for a while, she finally replied:
"I... I think I was..."
"Ah, right!"
"I had sothing to tell you!"
Her expression went from confusion to clarity.
After lying on the sofa and thinking quietly for a few seconds, Cynthia suddenly sat up, took out a letter from her pocket, and handed it to Ronald.
"It’s this!"
"I was checking the mailbox when I went out to school this morning and saw your letter. So I wanted to co to notify you and also... hand over the mailbox key."
At this point, Cynthia’s voice paused.
Then a hint of nervousness appeared deep in her eyes:
"School!"
"I’m going to be late for school!"
Before Ronald could even begin to ask, the young landlord tossed what was in her hands on the table and dashed out of Ronald’s apartnt.
"..."
Watching the apartnt door that he had opened, and hearing the hurried footsteps of the landlady descending the stairs,
Ronald was stunned for a few seconds before shaking his head helplessly.
It was probably for the best...
At least it spared him from playing any sort of word gas with the landlord.
Then, Ronald turned and reached to pick up the items on the table.
Apart from the letter that Cynthia had intended to give him from the start, there was also a small yellow key, which must have been the apartnt mailbox key she ntioned.
He picked up the key and put it in his pocket.
Ronald then opened the envelope and spread out the letter, beginning to read its contents.
Dear Ronald,
If you can see this letter, I believe you’re probably all right!
And you’d never guess what interesting things happened to the maid after I brought her back.
She...
After finishing the letter, Ronald set down the paper and slowly exhaled:
"Phew—"
"It’s good there weren’t any major problems,"
— To put it simply.
— It was another letter from Raphael.
However, this ti, since it involved matters of the mystical side, he didn’t use the Oak Theater’s address to send it, and his sentences mostly used vague taphors.
In terms of the outco of yesterday’s events, Raphael fared much better than himself.
Because he was particularly adept at counter-surveillance, he hadn’t suffered any harassnt from the Elvana side; the only issue he faced was with the maid he had brought back.
And that maid...
Although she regained consciousness at Raphael’s place,
her body had been severely damaged at the ti, and she also lost a lot of her mory.
On top of this, there was sothing else that troubled Raphael even more.
After her body had been severely damaged and then restored, the maid now showed signs of being exceptionally suited to casting spells.
For those on the mystical side, this was a very special and ’useful’ physical condition.
Therefore, for various reasons,
Raphael decided to keep her by his side. Today’s letter, besides checking in on Ronald, also explained this matter – since the two had acted together then, Raphael felt it necessary to inform him.
"..."
Ronald quickly read through the letter.
Just to be safe, he looked it over carefully once more.
After confirming that Raphael hadn’t played any tricks or left any secret codes, he then turned and destroyed the docunt.
"Ah—"
Having completed all this, Ronald stretched out.
Shortly after, he turned and walked into the bedroom, flopping onto the bed without even taking off his clothes.
There wasn’t anything particularly urgent in Springs at the mont, and after the turmoil of yesterday, it was indeed ti to rest awhile.
————
Ti slipped away in slumber.
When Ronald opened his eyes again, the sunlight reflecting in from the balcony was still fairly bright.
Because he hadn’t drawn the curtains on the balcony while sleeping, he could clearly see the view outside and also sll the cold wind blowing from the Wis River.
Shifting a bit and propping himself halfway up, Ronald sat on the bed and stretched again.
"Hmm..."
The current ti...
It was three fifty-nine and seventeen seconds in the afternoon.
Provided with the precise ti by the Original Code, Ronald naturally didn’t need to turn his head to look at any other clocks. Just sitting on the bed, he gazed blankly at the Springs scenery outside.
Who am I...?
What am I supposed to do now...?
Is it ti to eat...?
After pondering hazily for a few minutes, Ronald finally rembered what he ought to be doing.
Having just moved here, at the very least, he had to go out and buy so daily necessities.
And at this ti of day, going out to shop was just about right.
He could even get back in ti to cook dinner for himself.
Realizing this, Ronald imdiately stood up and headed out the door, having no intention of wasting ti.
However, he had only taken a couple of steps when he stopped in place.
Turning around, Ronald glanced at the private bathroom opposite the bed.
"Hmm..."
"I’ll wash my face first."
Muttering to himself, Ronald turned around and entered.
Standing in the bathroom that soone had bathed in just that morning, which hadn’t even been tidied up,
Even though he didn’t have a toothbrush,
Ronald still rinsed his mouth several tis before calling it good.
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