The next morning, sunlight poured through the curtains of a small house near the edge of town.
On the couch, Pramit lay sprawled like a cat, one leg hanging off the side, softly snoring. A half-eaten bread roll rested on his chest.
Across the room, Lyria — still a little pale from her injuries — sighed quietly."I can't believe he's sleeping again… and we only got here last night."
She had rented this small house to rest after the monster attack, and since Pramit had been nearby — and technically saved her life — she'd invited him to stay.Of course, he'd accepted immediately.Not out of gratitude, but because the bed was soft, and the food was free.
Lyria shook her head. "Unbelievable. He's like a child that never wakes up…"
At the Guild, things were far from calm.Reports had spread fast — a Class-B monster appearing near the southern forest had been completely destroyed overnight.
The Guild Master, a tall man with sharp eyes and a scar running down his cheek, leaned over his desk. "You're telling me, Miss Lyria, that you survived an attack from a B-rank monster… and then it was gone?"
"Yes, sir," she replied, standing straight. "It just… burned to ashes. I didn't even see who did it."
The Guild Master studied her expression, then smirked slightly."You've always been an honest hunter. So tell me… you really don't have any idea?"
Lyria hesitated for a moment.A face flashed in her mind — a sleepy one, mumbling nonsense and yawning through conversations.
"…There was someone nearby," she admitted. "A traveler. He's… harmless. Lazy, actually."
The Guild Master raised an eyebrow. "Harmless, huh? And yet a B-rank monster vanished without a trace."
Lyria quickly shook her head. "No, no! He's definitely not that type! He'd rather sleep than fight anyone."
But the Master only chuckled, leaning back in his chair. "Interesting. Keep an eye on him. I want to know if this traveler of yours is really as harmless as he looks."
Later that afternoon, Lyria returned home — only to find Pramit exactly where she'd left him.Sleeping.Same position. Same bread on his chest.
She sighed, crossing her arms. "He didn't even move an inch."
As if hearing her voice in his dream, Pramit murmured something faintly."…Don't disturb… the nap goddess will punish you…"
Lyria blinked. "What kind of dream is that?"
She turned away, shaking her head. "Unbelievable. I can't tell if he's a fool… or something else entirely."
Outside, the town buzzed with life — merchants shouting, carriages passing, and the distant sound of the Guild bells.
Inside, the world's most suspiciously lazy hero turned over, clutching his bread like a pillow."Ahh… life is good," he whispered half-asleep.
Little did he know — the Guild already had its eyes on him
The Guild Master sat alone in his office, rubbing his chin thoughtfully after hearing Pramit's name.
"Chakma Clan, huh…," he muttered. "That clan is in the central region, almost two hundred kilometers from here. The teleportation array's been down for two weeks. No way he came here legally."
Lyria stood quietly beside the desk. She didn't fully understand why her master looked so serious.
"Lyria," he said finally, turning toward her. "That boy—Pramit. Keep an eye on him. Don't let him notice you're watching. I need to know who he really is."
Lyria frowned. "You mean spy on him? He looks harmless. Just lazy."
The Guild Master sighed. "Exactly. Too harmless. Sometimes the most harmless people are the most dangerous. Just observe and report."
"Yes, Master," Lyria replied, bowing slightly before leaving the room.
Outside, the night air was calm. Lyria walked back toward the small rental house where Pramit was staying. Through the open window, she could already see him — lying on the sofa, fast asleep, one leg hanging off, snoring softly.
She sighed. "How am I supposed to observe someone who's always sleeping?"
She quietly entered the room, pulled out a chair, and sat near him, pretending to read. For the first hour, nothing happened. Then Pramit suddenly turned in his sleep and mumbled,
"Stop eating my fish… greedy girl…"
Lyria froze, cheeks reddening slightly."W–what did he just say!?" she whispered to herself.
When she leaned closer, Pramit's hand moved instinctively, smacking her forehead lightly.
"Ow!" she whispered, rubbing the spot. "Unbelievable! He even hits in his sleep!"
Still, she couldn't help but laugh a little. The boy looked completely harmless, yet the Guild Master's warning echoed in her mind.
She studied his face for a moment."He doesn't look dangerous," she murmured. "But something about him feels… different. Like he doesn't belong here."
As she watched, a faint glow flickered around Pramit's hand — a tiny trace of magic essence. Lyria's eyes widened."What… was that?"
Before she could investigate, the glow vanished.
She stared at him for a long while, unsure whether to wake him or not.In the end, she sighed and whispered,"You're a strange one, Pramit Chakma."
Then she covered him with a blanket, sat back in her chair, and kept watch — unaware that outside, a shadow moved quietly on the rooftops, watching them both.