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... tone Street in the Clock Tower District, Ciel slowly awakened from her slumber.

Nearly nine hours of deep sleep had restored her energy. At the moment, she lay limply in bed, her body relaxed, seemingly reluctant to get up.

But soon, she forced herself to sit up, grabbing the cup next to her and taking a sip of water.

Perhaps it was due to sheer exhaustion, but this sleep had been especially refreshing.

Still kneeling on the bed, Ciel silently summoned the system ...

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