The two of them slept straight through to the next day.
Shiayar awoke bathed in the morning sunlight. The messy traces on the bed were still clearly visible.
Ennie had gotten up half an hour before him. The girl was too shy. Although she had let go somewhat the previous night, having taken the initiative, now that she had woken up, her shyness had once again taken hold. She tried to sneak away under the pretext of preparing breakfast. This luxurious hotel in Lokiya City naturally provided meals. However, Ennie insisted on buying groceries to cook breakfast for them herself. She claimed the food outside was unhealthy, made with gutter oil, and it was safer to eat what she cooked. The excuse sounded eerily familiar.
