The following day.
Friday morning.
The horizon gradually became stained with the bright hues of dawn, and with the rise of the morning sun, its rays penetrated through the wooden railings of the balcony. Specks of light danced on Lanci, casting long, slanted shadows on the ground in the early morning sunlight.
A meticulously designed rattan chair silently sat on the balcony, with several books on Magical Engineering placed on the nearby glass tea table. The pages fluttered in the wind, as if repeating Lanci's reading traces from the previous night.
The breeze, accompanied by sunlight from the distant garden, brushed gently across Lanci's face with a whiff of floral scent.
"Lanci, hurry up and make me a Magic Card, quick."
The Great Love Poet, summoned as usual, picked up the watering can to water the flowers. Seeing Lanci leisurely feeding the birds on the ground as always, she walked over and kicked him twice without delay.