Chapter 133: Do Knights Get Shortened? (1)
...He wanted to rest.
‘How long do I have to keep living like this?’
He couldn’t even properly remember the last time he had slept, and there was no time to relieve his fatigue.
Every night, he had to stay up late working, and even after finishing, there was no time to rest.
There was always the next task waiting or something unexpected popping up.
“...Haha.”
Finally, a madman’s laughter escaped his lips.
Back in his teenage years, when he attended the middle division academy, summer vacations were spent at his family’s villa, enjoying the season.
With maids to look after him, there was no need to do anything troublesome, and the family chef prepared three nutritious meals a day without fail.
But now?
“How did I end up like this...?”
...Damian Follett let out a sorrowful lament as he looked over his current predicament.