Savage courage to protect the pride of the empire!
It was that night.
Midnight … Mia suddenly woke up to an uncomfortable sensation that made her quiver in bed. It feels strange but it was sothing that she knew so well…
Uuu… I need to go to the bathroom …
The sandwiches she had in the dayti were salty, and as a result, she drank a lot of water at dinner ti. Mia turned over and closed her eyes tightly. She figured she could ignore the urgency and sleep through it…
I have a feeling that if I sleep like this, I will be in trouble with another thing…
She couldn’t stand it and so she got up. In the dark room, Mia walks up to Anne’s bed, relying on the faint moonlight. She thought of asking her to co with to the bathroom, but…
During the spring holidays, Anne barely got any sleep because of .
During the holidays, Anne took care of Mia who was frightened by the shadow she saw in the library. Night after night, Anne would talk to her and sing her lullabies until she falls asleep. Mia didn’t want to wake Anne up and burden her this ti.
If Anne gets sick, it will be difficult.
Mia is, after all, a saint-like leader who cares about her subjects.
If that happens, I’ll have to sleep alone in this room! That would be unacceptable.
Or maybe not that saintly at all.
By the way, Saint-Noel Academy’s curfew was nine o’clock at night, but Mia, being an exemplary model of a healthy, wholeso child, always crawled into bed an hour early at eight. She’d usually lie there for about an hour before the “I can’t sleep!” realization and ensuing panic ca about — at more or less the sa ti as regular curfew.
Then, she’d spend about thirty minutes being tornted by the horrors of her own imagination before finally drifting off to sleep. In other words, even at the peak of her insomnia troubles, she was falling asleep about half an hour after curfew. She was actually getting plenty of sleep. Furthermore, once Anne switched from lullabies to her patented sleep-study thod, Mia would be out like a light within minutes of getting into bed.
After that, Anne would continue reading for about an hour before sleeping. Then she at about five in the morning. In terms of sleep ti, Anne is asleep for about nine hours.[i]
Chances are, if Anne gets sick, it isn’t because of lack of sleep but such calculations are beyond Mia.
“Uh, uh, I guess I have no choice.”
Mia put on her slippers and left the room.
The corridor in the dormitory was completely shrouded in darkness… well, not actually.
The firefly azaleas on the wall give off a dim light, which makes it possible to walk without a lamp. Normally, it would be a fantastic, dreamy sight… but it just looked creepy to Mia now.
From the shadows left in the corridor, the terrifying monsters from Chloe’s book, seems to pop out…
“Oh, m-m-maybe I don’t have to go after all…. I can probably hold it in until the morning…”
She was about to turn back when a wind blew on her spine, and she shivered. Then she noticed… it was too late to turn back now. She realized…
Ah, ah, if I don’t go to the bathroom with barbaric courage now, I’ll have another kind of trauma to deal with.
The thought of Anne hanging up her bedsheets to dry, stained patch and all, made Mia tremble.
Well, now is the ti to show my courage, Mia Luna Tearmoon! I am the princess of the empire, the representative of Tearmoon. My sha is the empire’s sha and empire’s pride are about to be trampled! I won’t go down without a fight.
Like a lonely knight on the battlefield, Mia stepped into the corridor, resigned to her tragic fate. Unfortunately, the destination, toilet was quite far from Mia’s room.
It was actually an act of consideration that the room of the Princess of the Empire was not next to the toilets. But such consideration was a nuisance for her now.
“U … Uu …. It’s far … Why is it so far? And it’s dark … Hi!”
Frightened by the darkness, frightened by the shadows, frightened by the sound of the wind… Mia probably shaved a few weeks of her lifespan by the ti she arrived at the bathroom.
After a while …
“Phew…”
Mia ca out of the bathroom and breathed a sigh of physiological and psychological relief.
“Thinking about it, it was good of to brave the toilets. Now I feel like I can sleep comfortably.”
While muttering, she gazed forward… she realized sothing: she has to make the trip back to her room. Suddenly, her fear revived.
“… I’m going back now. I’m just walking back to the room. If I go quickly, there should be no problem…”
Mia started walking, while encouraging herself.
[i] I counted, it’s actually eight hours. 9pm to 5 am. But 9 hours is what the author wrote.
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