Shadow Slave

At first glance, the interior of the Instructors Lounge seemed simple and cozy. Most of the furniture was made out of wood, creating a warm and welcoming atmosphere. Bright sunlight streamed through the tall windows, which were open slightly to let in the chilly winter air.

However, his eyes widened slightly when Sunny realized that all the wood around him was natural, not synthetic.

'Extravagant! Wasteful!'

Noticing his expression, Master Jet smiled slightly.

"Let me guess, you have never seen that much real wood in one place?"

Sunny hesitated, then gave her a nod.

"Only in the Dream Realm…"

The young woman grinned, moved a chair back with her foot, and sat down at one of the tables.

"Where do you think all this came from?"

He looked around, seeing the Instructors Lounge of the Academy from a completely new perspective, then silently sat down, lost for words.

Master Jet summoned the menu, made a selection, then leaned back and tiredly rubbed her face.

"Believe it or not, the chair you're sitting on is made out of a dead titan."

Sunny stared at her, shocked. Suddenly, he had a strong impulse to jump out of the chair.

"...What?"

She chuckled and gestured around:

was one giant Nightmare Creature. Clan Valor spent decades at war with it, losing many knights. In the end, the forest was destroyed, leaving behind a lot of

head, then cautiously knocked on the wooden table. The thing seemed dead,

been a part of

be delivered by an actual Echo, but luckily, it was brought by

front of him with wild eyes. There were fried potatoes, baked beans, juicy roasted meat, a salad made out of real vegetables, a bowl of fragrant soup, several pieces of oven bread, butter, jam,

was the most beautiful sight he had ever

some of these things in real life. Suddenly, the position of a

"Uh… please excuse me…"

waved at him and concentrated on her own food. Not wasting any time on manners, Sunny assaulted his breakfast with

verge to bursting open, he pushed away empty plates

'Ah… this is life!'

Jet glanced at him

tell you? This is where

the empty plates with regret and

nothing except for monster

mention of the most common

Master Jet sighed, then took out something from the inner pocket of her uniform.

the box on the table, she looked at

why I visited

at the metal box for a few seconds, and then

be honest, I am very

nodded, then smiled

a formality, and a very beneficial one, at that. Put your finger on the

half a minute, and then a small green light

several objects — a slick communicator made out of flexible glass, a memory chip with the government seal

a moment, and

now officially a citizen. Of the seventh rank, no