Early morning, small town.
A black figure supported herself against the wall as she staggered out of the inn, her eyes bloodshot, her face haggard and drained, looking utterly hollowed out.
"So, what did you two do last night? That intense?"
Inside a red-and-black Ferrari parked in an alley at the corner of the street, Semiramis glanced back at her superior climbing into the car through the rearview mirror. She gave a coquettish smile, gossip blazing in her eyes.
"Looks like it was quite an experience..."
"Experience my ass! She made me explain high school math problems all night!"
The moment Samael heard that, he sprang up from where he had been lying dead in the back seat as though a spring had been fitted beneath him. His face twisted slightly, full of misery and resentment as he gritted his teeth and repeated himself.
"All night! All night! She didn't let me close my eyes once!"
Hearing his suddenly raised voice and the grief and indignation overflowing from his words, Semiramis froze for a moment. Then her facial muscles twitched violently, and she burst into delighted laughter.
Who would have thought that the God of Desire, invincible in such matters, would be treated as free labor by Saintess Your Highness and made to tutor her homework all night?
"You're still laughing!"
Hearing the obvious schadenfreude in his subordinate's laughter, Samael's face darkened.
"How could I? My heart aches for your ordeal and the injustice you suffered!"
Semiramis hurriedly stopped laughing, her cheeks taut as she solemnly joined him in condemning that tactless Orléans Village Girl.
"All night... math problems... hahaha... all night..."
Yet, as the old matter came up again, the Assyrian Empress, who had been reciting her lines with a straight face, gradually began gasping for breath. She clutched