Chapter 103: First to wake up

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In the center of Sunhold lies the fabled Private Area, a cherished enclave within the bustling city.

Picture a grand stained glass window, its frame intricately carved from aged oak.

Sunlight streams through, catching on the colored glass and transforming the scene within. Deep ruby reds become molten lava, glowing with an inner fire. Sapphire blues morph into a vibrant summer sky, flecked with wisps of golden sunlight. Emerald greens shimmer like a sunlit forest, dappled with light and shadow.

The figures depicted in the glass seem to come alive. An angel, its wings a cascade of sapphire and gold, reaches out towards the viewer. A saint, cloaked in a robe of ruby red, gazes serenely upwards. The details, painstakingly crafted by a long-gone artist, are brought to life by the vibrant sunlight.

As the sun moves across the sky, the colors dance and shift. The scene within the window becomes a mesmerizing interplay of light and color, a testament to the artistry of both the window's creator and nature's light show.

This is beautiful mansion is Arion most pized possession.

Sunlight, filtered through the magnificent stained glass window described, paints a kaleidoscope of colors across the plush carpeting of the bedroom. The centerpiece of the room is a queen-sized bed, beckoning with luxurious comfort. A high, carved mahogany headboard sweeps upwards, adorned with delicate floral designs that echo the stained glass motif.

Crisp, white linens, embroidered with a subtle silver thread, are piled high on the mattress, inviting a restful night's sleep.

Beside the bed, a chaise longue upholstered in a rich emerald velvet – the same shade as the sunlit forest in the window – sits bathed in sunlight. A pile of silk cushions in complementary jewel tones like sapphire and ruby are arranged invitingly, perfect for curling up with a good book or enjoying a cup of tea.

Opposite the bed, a large antique armoire stands proudly, its polished wood gleaming with age. Hints of gold detailing on the armoire's hinges and keyhole catch the dancing light from the window, adding a touch of opulence. Flanking the armoire are tall windows draped in heavy silk drapes, the same emerald green as the chaise longue.

When pulled back, they offer a breathtaking view of the mansion's manicured gardens, further blurring the lines between the vibrant artwork and the beauty of nature outside.

The air in the room is subtly scented with the delicate fragrance of lavender, emanating from a small crystal vase filled with dried flowers on the bedside table. Every detail, from the luxurious fabrics to the thoughtful touches like the calming scent, contributes to the creation of a haven of tranquility, a perfect escape within the grand mansion.

With a determined gleam in her eye, she tore her gaze away from the view, shifting her focus to the rejuvenating power of the awaiting bath.

The opulent bathroom became Lilith's personal sanctuary for the next couple of hours. She surrendered to the comforting embrace of the water, allowing the steam to release the tension that had coiled within her muscles like a serpent. The weariness of her travels washed away, replaced by a tingling sensation that revitalized her entire being.

Unlike her fleeting appreciation for the view, Lilith found solace in the bath. It was more than just a cleansing ritual; it was a calculated retreat. Within the confines of the warm water, she could momentarily shed her facade of indifference. Perhaps she delved deeper into the memories that the journey had unearthed, or perhaps she simply reveled in the sheer bliss of pure relaxation.

Whatever the internal voyage, it unfolded gradually over those two hours. When Lilith emerged, enveloped in a luxurious towel, she was a transformed woman. The indifference still lingered, a shield she wielded with expertise. But beneath its surface, a glimmer of rejuvenation flickered – a spark of renewed determination and a serene strength that only a truly restorative experience could ignite.

"I wonder how Noah is faring?" Lilith's concern for Noah's well-being weighed heavily on her mind. She tried to rationalize that he must be fine, perhaps still asleep after enduring such a horrific ordeal. Lilith vividly remembered the events that unfolded after she was awakened by the Jester's haunting melody.

It was as if she had become a mere spectator in her own body, witnessing everything unfold before her eyes.

She couldn't believe that her older self possessed such a mastery over the element of space, almost to the point of bending reality. It felt almost like cheating, combining her newfound abilities with various other elements to create such devastating power. For the first time, Lilith felt a surge of excitement coursing through her veins.

The possibilities of what she could achieve with this power raced through her mind. She envisioned countless applications, each more powerful and destructive than the last. She was determined to ensure that the tragedy that befell Noah, the torment he endured even if it was short-lived, would never happen again.

There was something that troubled Lilith, a lingering feeling of unease stemming from her mature self's final act. Her vision had been obscured, and she had experienced the sensation of something smooth brushing against her lips. This sent a chill down her spine, leaving the perplexed Lilith wondering what had transpired in that moment.

The enigmatic words spoken by her mature self echoed in her mind, "Be more pushy if not your relationship will still stay the same in five years!"

These words left Lilith with a sense of confusion and curiosity. What did her mature self mean by being "pushy"? And how would it impact her relationship in the coming years? Lilith couldn't help but ponder the hidden meaning behind those cryptic words, wondering if there was some profound truth or advice embedded within them.

She knew that she would need to unravel this mystery in order to fully understand the path she was destined to take.