When Iver woke up, he realized he was lying in Miss Bayard's arms.
Their position was rather strange.
Bayard had taken off her shoes and was sitting on the soft bench in the tavern's private room, her back against the cold wall. The Shadow Demon had already returned to Iver's shadow.
Iver, meanwhile, was lying in her arms like a rag doll. One of Bayard's hands held tightly around his slender waist, while the back of his head rested against Miss Bayard's chest. Bayard had also drawn up the leg on the outside and bent her knee slightly to block the girl lying on top of her, preventing Iver from rolling straight off with a sleepy grunt.
Although the Child of the Moon was technically a corpse brought back from the dead, he was ultimately not undead. Unlike the Shadow Demon, whose touch was as icy and biting as iron in winter, Bayard's body was very warm.
At that moment, Bayard's eyes were closed, and her breathing was calm. She gently inhaled the fragrance of Iver's hair... the fresh citrus scent of the shampoo used at Crescent Moon Manor.
It was said that citrus could stimulate the appetite of the Child of the Moon, so this probably counted as an appetizing design as well.
Sensing a change in Iver's breathing, Bayard immediately opened her eyes. "Awake?"
"...How did I fall asleep?"
Iver had only just woken up and was still somewhat dazed.
This body was simply too weak. It was not merely frail; there might already be something wrong with it. Iver still could not use the Sacrificial Fire Method to recover, which left him with a long-forgotten headache after waking up.
Perhaps he had caught a chill. It was also possible that eating his fill after so long had