Morning came, and I was awakened by the scent of savory steak passing through my nostrils.
My eyes fluttered open and the first sight was an unknown room which was different from my recollection of books piling on the floor or the lack of them.
Or the bathroom that I last remember before losing consciousness.
The steak I smelled was just next to the bed where I was laid. It was served in a trolley and some garnish that could satiate my appetite.
There was the sound of humming, a familiar foreign melody that only "she" could sing.
My half body sprung out from the bed and I was greeted by someone crouching on the floor as she was wiping the floor with a rag.
She lifted her head and Lenalee beamed that instant.
"Good morning, Lady Rosaria."
I was too stunned to move
