Bab 168: I Don't Like Playing Hero

"Wake up," In a small, modest room, a woman who appeared to be in her forties was trying to wake up her son, Leo.

The room was small and modest, with simple furnishings and not much decoration.

The walls were painted a pale shade of blue, and there were a few framed pictures hanging on them. The floor was made of polished wooden boards, and there was a small woven rug on the floor beside the bed.

"Wake up, Leo," the mother said gently, "It's already past 9 AM, and we need to start collecting herbs before the sun is high in the sky."

However, she didn't get any response.

The mother tried again, "Lyra, get up quickly. I have a lot of work to do, and I can't stand here all day." Saying this, she shook the boy - who was lying in bed with no worries. He appeared to be 17 or 18 years old teen.

The bed was a simple wooden frame with a thin mattress and a few pillows.

In that pillow a boy with brown hair way sleeping soundly.