After a bit of idle chatter, everyone returned to their rooms to sleep.
Milim was dragged back to the room by Charlotte Lingling without the slightest resistance.
Nothing happened throughout the night. In the morning, sunlight streamed in through the window.
Milim climbed out of bed with great difficulty.
"Damn it! I slept in one position for too long. I think I've got a crick in my neck." Rubbing her neck, Milim couldn't understand why she, a Demon King, had managed to get a crick in it.
"Good morning, Milim." Charlotte Lingling had sat up at some point. Completely unconcerned about exposing herself, she began changing clothes right in front of Milim.
"Good morning." After replying casually, Milim burrowed into her wardrobe and rummaged through a pile of identical clothes.
Charlotte Lingling poked her head over and looked at her with intense curiosity.
"I've been meaning to ask you—why do you buy the exact same clothes every time?"
Milim poked her head out of the pile of clothes. "Because I'm a genius. A genius has the same taste in everything." With that, she immediately pulled out an outfit and began changing.
"I think you're just too lazy to choose clothes." Charlotte Lingling rolled her eyes and, as usual, took a pink outfit from the wardrobe.
"And you're still criticizing me? Other than pink, you don't have a single other color in your wardrobe. At least I have some color coordination." Milim eagerly fired back.
The two of them began arguing over their choice of clothes and headed toward the dining area while bickering.
For breakfast, Milim once again chose her favorite giant stuffed bun, while Charlotte Lingling likewise picked the food she liked.
It seemed that people rarely changed their favorite things. No matter how long they ate them, they