After returning to his house, Noah realised that a new day had actually arrived. He'd entered Esta quite late in the previous afternoon, and the time he'd spent exploring the city with Lola, conducting the hunting expedition, and then managing the extended evening business hours with the nobles.
The sky outside showed the pale grey of early dawn rather than the darkness of night.
He didn't bother trying to sleep at this point—his enhanced vitality made him feel reasonably alert despite the long day, and his internal clock was already adjusting to the new morning. Besides, his dad should be awake by now preparing breakfast like he always did.
Noah headed downstairs, the familiar sounds and smells of home cooking drifting up from the kitchen. It was comforting in a way that even his miraculous shop couldn't replicate.
"Good morning, Dad," Noah greeted as he entered the kitchen, finding his father exactly where expected, moving around the stove.
