Qianyi greeted her as if nothing had happened here last night.
"Hehe, I thought you'd disappear the moment you woke up, just like Cinderella's glass slipper and pumpkin carriage in the fairy tale."
Furina chuckled. Just as she was about to prop herself up and say something considerate, her peripheral vision suddenly swept across the other corners of the room.
The next second, her smile froze on her face.
The once exquisite, tidy bedroom, filled with aristocratic elegance, now looked as though it had been ravaged by a swarm of crazed locusts—or had just survived a brutal Archon War.
The chairs had toppled over, the tablecloth had been torn away, vases lay shattered all over the floor, and even the heavy carpet had been flipped up at several corners. The entire room was a chaotic ruin.
A deathly silence lasted for three seconds.
Then, a piercing, marmot-like shriek loud enough to shatter glass rang through the room:
"AAAAAAAHHHHHH—!!!"
"W-What! What! What on earth happened here?!"
"Could it... could it have been that awful woman Rhinedottir, sneaking in to attack us while we were asleep?!!"
Furina clutched her head and stared in horror at the devastated room, her voice trembling.
The next moment, a hand landed on her soft hair and gently ruffled it.
"Calm down. Rhinedottir isn't capable of that. This was merely a small private grudge that played out here last night."
Qianyi's voice remained calm, carrying a reassuring strength.
"A private grudge?"
Furina blinked. Only then did she ignore the scattered mess and notice that there really were several extra figures amid the room's wreckage.
The four of them were sprawled across the floor in utterly undignified positions, unconscious, which was why she had not noticed them immediately.
Looking at the pointy-hatted lady, the pink-haired fairy, the purple-haired