Clay continued resting beneath the tree while the afternoon breeze moved calmly through the garden.
The peaceful atmosphere made his entire body feel heavy with comfort.
Honestly—
He no longer wanted to move.
Not even slightly.
The food was good.
The weather was good.
The tea was good.
Even Maid Cy's service had become increasingly perfect lately.
Everything felt smooth.
Simple.
Exactly the peaceful life he wanted after escaping that terrifying future shown by the strange dream.
Meanwhile—
Cerys quietly stood beside him while preparing another cup of tea.
Then she heard Clay mutter lazily—
"I'll do it next week."
"Hm?"
Cerys looked toward him slightly.
Clay waved his hand tiredly.
"Whatever problem appears."
"Whatever work needs to be done."
"Whatever people need from me."
He leaned deeper against the chair afterward.
"I'll deal with it next week."
His voice sounded completely unmotivated.
"It's rare for me to be this relaxed."
