Chapitre 1878: Finally Leaving

–Somewhere within the Empire of Abian–

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The former Countess Yaya opened her eyes, rolling left and right on her soft mattress as she usually did. 

It was amazing that after several months of sleeping on it, she still felt it was unbelievable for such a soft bed to exist. 

Mattresses are either filled with straw poking you, feathers that although soft also have some ends poking out, and wool and linen fabrics rolled up, bundled and sewn into the mattress. 

All her life, she had never seen such a soft bed. 

What was in it? Fluffy clouds? 

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Yaya has been curious about this matter for a long time. 

Even the pillow was so soft that she often slept almost immediately after her head touched it. 

She already realized that different pillow cases have different feelings during sleep. 

Sure enough, the deep pink, black, and purple satin pillow cases were her favorites.