Lucas let his back fall onto the soft mattress.
His body sank into layers of cool, smooth silk blankets—a pampering contrast after an entire day of muscular and mental tension.
He let out a long breath. A wisp of exhaustion slipped past his lips.
"Not even a month yet," he murmured softly into the silence of the room.
Time felt unbearably slow in this world. Every day was packed with negotiations, farming strategies, bandit threats, and complicated family drama. Tonight's dinner had been the peak of it all. He could face an angry board of directors without blinking, but facing a mother asking, "How am I as a mother?"—that was a kind of battlefield no business school had ever prepared him for.
Ting.
A semi-transparent blue panel appeared right in front of his face, glowing faintly in the darkness of the room.
[ KING, ARE YOU OKAY? (o_O) ]
Lucas snorted, closing his eyes for a moment before reopening them with a lazy stare. "You're noisy. I'm just tired."
