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:

actually. Back when Bastion was first established, it was surrounded by a vast — and very hungry — forest. The whole thing 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 high-quality lumber. And here

the wooden table. The thing seemed dead,

had once been a part of a

Sunny half-expected for it to be delivered by an actual Echo, but luckily, it was brought by a mundane

with wild eyes. There were fried potatoes, baked beans, juicy roasted meat, a salad

beautiful sight he had ever

these things in real life. Suddenly, the position of

"Uh… please excuse me…"

Not wasting any time on manners, Sunny assaulted his breakfast with

pushed

'Ah… this is life!'

glanced at him with

is where they hide the

at the empty plates with regret

except for monster meat, I would

at the mention of the most common

something from the inner pocket of her uniform. It was a small metal box with a sensor on its

on the table, she looked

wondering why I

tilted his head slightly, stared at the metal box for a few seconds, and

be honest,

nodded, then smiled

formality, and a very beneficial one, at that. Put

a minute, and then a small green light ignited on the metal box.

a memory chip with

toward Sunny, she lingered for a moment, and then said

Sunless. You are now officially a citizen. Of the seventh