“Ugh…”

As I let out a groan and raised myself up, a hushed silence greeted me.@@novelbin@@

Naturally, since this was a library, the only sound I could hear was the occasional rustle of paper being turned.

Otherwise, there was just the faint hum of the festival noise filtering in from outside.

“Ugh, I feel like I didn’t sleep at all.”

While my body felt refreshed, my mind was still utterly drained.

Stretching lightly to loosen up, I made my way toward the doodle of an angel drawn earlier.

The doodle was just as I’d left it before falling asleep. There was no change, but even looking at it again didn’t elicit any particular reaction.

“The other doodles weren’t like this… Why is this one so…”

Even Sanya seemed baffled by it. At this point, there was no way to go back and undo it.

This was something I’d have to ask my master about when I eventually went to China.

“Assuming they’re even still alive…”

It had been 18 years since I arrived here. Adding that to my age in my previous life, I should’ve been long buried by now.

“…Okay, that’s a morbid thought.”

Still, I had to believe they were alive. If they’d passed away, Sanya would’ve told me.

There was no way my master would just abandon me here and leave first.

“How much time has passed—?”

Having stretched enough and prepared to head out, I glanced at the clock.

Three hours had passed.

* “Ah, damn it, my idol is back!”

* “Can’t you just sleep for three more hours?”

* “WTF…”

* “Am I really watching this broadcast to get salt in my wounds?”

* “That’s it. I’m picking up a brush starting today.”

* “^ Only if you’re redrawing your face, pal.”

* “She’s stuck at the main gate lol.”

* “Are you going to meet her?”

* “Might as well see her at the exhibit.”

* “You’d better not.”

* “Do it, and we’re all coming to find you.”

* “Do you even know how many viewers are nearby, lol?”

* “LOL.”

* “She snapped!”

* “This weather really is cursed lol.”

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