Now, Noah was nursing a rather significant headache—be it the sword before him, magic, dungeons, cultures... There were too many things he didn't know, and unfortunately, he couldn't simply ignore them the way he often ignored his homework.
"(Hope this will be worth the effort…)," he thought, forcing his eyes shut.
He willed sleep to take him, and this time, mercifully, it came swiftly.
As for Arachnea...
"... Are you asleep now, Mister Noah?" she whispered.
"..."
Noah stirred. He was a light sleeper, and even a whisper like hers was sometimes enough to wake him. Years of pulling all-night gaming marathons before school had conditioned him to survive on minimal rest—though he suspected it also contributed to his declining grades. Still, he decided to ignore her and feign sleep. He was too tired to deal with her musings right now, so this pretense wasn't entirely dishonest.
