May 11th, afternoon, the sun was shining brightly.
Golden sunlight penetrated the glass and transparent curtains, casting a bright, gentle, and warm atmosphere that made people feel at ease.
The girl on the bed slowly opened her eyes.
Her eyes as bright and clear as a starry sky, her face like white jade, and her elegant features, she appeared breathtakingly beautiful at this moment with a faint touch of afternoon laziness.
Lying on the bed, Mathilda Ward stared blankly out of the window, seemingly not quite awake yet.
After a long while, a smile appeared on her face, and she said, "Keep going, almost there, it's nearly over." With that, she sat up on the bed.
Soon, Mathilda Ward, dressed in a blue-based, purple lace long skirt, left her room and instinctively looked at the sofa.
Jack Clark, in a black suit, was sitting there quietly with a white book in hand, transformed from the Secret Book. In his eyes, countless rune illusions were spinning, mysterious and indescribable.