The Rebel’s Quack Doctor 25

“Mm… smells wonderful.” I savored the aroma rising from the cup of coffee. To someone who’d once been accused of caffeine addiction, discovering that coffee existed in this world felt like an undeserved blessing. Granted, it was outrageously expensive—but still. I had no idea how much money Jin was pulling in, but my assumption that life underground would be harsh and sparse had been completely wrong. Everything here—the food, the clothes, the things that touched my skin—was luxurious. At this point, I wouldn’t envy any of the noble or royal protagonists I’d read about in countless possession stories. I took a slow sip of the freshly brewed coffee. The moment the caffeine hit, my drowsy mind sharpened just a little. Setting the cup down, I covered my mouth and let out a small yawn. Louie, who had been sharing tea time with me, looked at me curiously. “You look really…