Ahwin felt a tickling sensation on his cheek. Penelope’s gaze was fixed squarely on his face.

“It’s honestly unfair. Being this handsome...”

Penelope murmured to herself. There wasn’t a shred of exaggeration in her words—it was pure truth. Her sincerity, as always, felt delightful to hear.

Feeling a renewed sense of pride in his appearance, Ahwin listened as Penelope spoke.

“Ahwin, it’s time to wake up. You need to eat lunch.”

“...”

“Ahwin? Are you really not going to wake up?”