She rubbed her waist, vaguely remembering how her whole body had seemed to cry out in agony last night. At the time, Otto had even said, "Durandal can do it so easily. Rita, have you been slacking off on your training lately?"
That beast!
Rita casually grabbed a blanket that had somehow been kicked off the bed, hugged it, and rolled around on the mattress.
Of course, the beast she meant was not Durandal, but Otto.
He had been the one who wanted to try something fancy, yet he still judged her performance and said she was not good enough and needed to work harder. Who put someone down at a time like that?!
But perhaps she really had neglected her training lately?
Rita wondered whether she should practice with her Frostfang Scathach. Last night, Lost Rose had put on quite a performance with her Oath of Judah, and Rita, as a spectator, had been thoroughly dazzled.
Even if the only one who could appreciate her practice was Otto, at least it would shut that picky mouth of his.
"Mmm~"
Rita lazily stretched. Come to think of it, it was rather strange. She was not some innocent young girl who knew nothing. In the Dream World, she had known that she ought to get plenty of rest the next day, yet for some reason, she was still brimming with energy and stamina. Her vitality was even stronger than yesterday.
Perhaps that was the difference between reality and virtuality?
Thinking that, Rita's pretty face flushed. As if she had recalled something, her left hand unconsciously gripped her right forearm.
Mm!
Rita buried her face in the pillow. The memories were far too embarrassing, especially since she remembered the teasing expression Lost Rose had worn last night. When it had been Lost