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 Several times, Mora looked out the window of his room, peeking at the occupants of the next room who had not shown the bridge of his nose since earlier. Mora saw that the door to Hasya's room was still tightly closed, just like a few hours ago.

 Supposedly, Hasya had been pacing back and forth in the kitchen and it should have been, Hasya's voice had been heard since earlier. Whether it's his shrill voice singing full of self-confidence, whether it's the voice of complaining because of being splashed with oil or the like.

 It should be.

 However, this morning, Hasya did not show any signs of his appearance. This made Mora uneasy and wondered what had happened to Hasya.

 "He hasn't woken up yet? Don't tell me he's too late?" Mora muttered in surprise at the possibilities.