There was nothing else to do. I did go around the palace grounds, but nothing happened yet. And oh, I didn’t talk for long with that knight named Rogan. Also, it seems that most of the knights were not present on their training grounds. Only having very few of them.

Also, the young man, what was his name again? Oh sorry, maybe he was just too insignificant for me to remember.

I’m joking. I’m not the kind to just forget about someone’s name. His name was Alan, right? Not really a memorable chap, but could have been amusing to play with him around.

In addition, I also didn’t get to see Elson. Might have been interesting if he was there. I felt a bit of kinship with him, you know, he also uses a dagger. He was just someone who favors the same weapons as I do, that was all. That said, I’m interested in how he applies his magic in his blades.

Would have been great to learn how he does it. I mean, he must be using them against monsters, and I can imagine how strong monsters are. If he uses them against monsters, imagine if they were used on plain humans.

Obliteration! That’s what!

Unfortunately, I didn’t get to interview him. Oh well, just got to wait until I get to use magic and can control mana safely.

After a short stroll in the palace, I retired to my room. I went to bed for a short shut eye. It took a while for me to fall asleep, but before that, rolling around on the bed was great.

I felt like a child finally freed from her chores, of course that was just my imaginative impression. My childhood was different from the normal, and so was my chores. If stabbing and beating was a chore that is, so yeah, those were my kind of chores.

The pillow was so soft, I dug my head deep and hugged another pillow.

This is life!

And before I knew it, I fell asleep. Quite a pleasant one at that. Sleeping’s the best.

I was woken up by knocks on the door, it was already dark outside. It was time for dinner. After a stretch, I went out of the room and went for dinner.

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My family and I conversed with some trivial things with them asking for how I was feeling. Everything was much better actually, after the sleeping. I felt refreshed.

But I worry that I might not be able to sleep early tonight. I mean, I just slept during the day until dinner. But I guess that’s fine. Nights are often the best.

I returned immediately to my room after dinner. There was nothing else to do anyway. Of course, it was time for goodnights, so my servants returned to their rooms. That said, there were knights now stationed on the hallways.

Everything seemed so tight now.

In my room, I reached out underneath the bed and took out the special dagger.

“Aaah, my beauty.”

I quietly said as I touched the blade. Without my weapons, I feel naked.

Should I bring my weapons tomorrow? Danger lingers around me. And having a weapon would be comforting. However, with the risks of controlling mana, bringing my weapons would only cause me more problems.

I could pass out again.

So that means, no weapons for me! Ugh, fists and kicks it is then.

I played around with the dagger, flipping it around, slashing the air and so on. It felt good.

When can I stabby stab or slashy slash someone? Not yet? That’s too bad.

I traced the blade with my finger. The sensation of the cold hard metal spread around my fingers. The sharpness of the blade begged me to use it.

Sorry my precious, but you’ll be resting for a while. Perhaps for a long while.

I returned the dagger to the bag and shoved the bag bug under the bed.

I then laid down on the bed and closed my eyes for a few minutes. However...

“I can’t sleep.”

I stood up and headed towards the window and fully opened it wide. The gentle and beautiful bluish moonlight showered me with its grace. The countless stars glimmering in the sky like jewels. The cold air touching my skin.

A serene night.

But it was not such a good day, wasn’t it?

Memories of my past. And memories of the past that wasn’t mine.

“Haaaaah.”

I sighed loudly. Then… I took a long deep breath as a short feeling of peace came into me.

I slowly opened my mouth.

“~Moon river, wider than a mile…~”

I sang. My beautiful voice peacefully echoed towards the outside and blended with the darkness.

“~I'm crossing you in style... some day.~”

I sat on the windowsill and turned to gaze outside. My calm crimson eyes beholden the silent and beautiful night, the tranquil stars and the moon shining in the heavens.

“~Oh, dream maker, you heart breaker…~”

“~Wherever you're goin', I'm goin' your way.~”

This was quite a beautiful song. One of the best. It became one of my favorites when I first heard it.

“~Two drifters, off to see the world.~”

Singing often brings me peace. That was why I was doing it now. I do not care if someone hears, I just want to sing.

“~There's such a lot of world to see…~”

“~We're after... the same... rainbow's end.~”

“~Waitin' 'round the bend...~”

“~My huckleberry friend.~”

“~Moon river... and me.~”

My voice, so wonderful and pleasing to the ears, and the beautiful song, travelled in the air until it was lost in the distance.