Unholy Player

Adyr spent the Earth night surrounded by the rare warmth of family and calm. They sipped tea and coffee, shared stories, played games, and simply stayed awake together. Even Zelda and Boy, stubborn in their childish energy, refused to sleep. They dragged the adults into round after round of board games, their laughter and persistence softening the air, turning the already warm environment into something even more alive.

Adyr didn’t resist. He allowed himself to be pulled in, letting the simplicity of the moment settle over him. In a life shaped by brutality and silence, there was no reason to reject something so harmless—so human.

But in the other world, his second body remained active.

Within the high walls of the Draven Mansion, the night was still. His sword drills in the garden behind his private quarters had long since ended. After a cold shower, he dressed in the extra uniform he had purchased earlier—the fabric clean, sharp, and fitted snugly over his subtly evolved frame. Then, with quiet purpose, he stepped out and opened the door.

There, one of the ever-ready maids stood waiting.

He addressed her politely. "Could you prepare something for me to eat? And please, call Vesha if she’s awake."

The maid responded immediately, her movements swift and obedient. A short time later, she returned with two food trolleys—and Vesha by her side, moving quickly despite the hour.

Adyr let out a small laugh as he noticed her swollen eyes, the loose nightgown clinging to her frame, and her tousled hair.

"Sorry for waking you," he said with a faint smile.

It was the middle of the night, after all—a natural time for sleep, especially for someone still mortal like her.