Over at the border military district, Eredar had pulled a ridiculous stunt that upgraded their daily training straight into armored combat. Meanwhile, Light, on the other side, was experiencing what could only be called an extravagantly eventful day with his little brother.
He started the morning with morning tea, then went shopping after finishing it. Whenever he got hungry, he ducked into the snack street and ate while he browsed.
They had hot pot for dinner at a restaurant, then went to a tavern and drank until midnight before heading out for skewers.
"No wonder you've put on so much weight lately!"
By the time they finished the skewers, it was already past one in the morning. The fellow finally thought it was time to go home.
Standing in the corridor, he leaned his head against the door, then fumbled out his key and unlocked it...
"Welcome to my home. Hic!"
The moment he entered the apartment, he was met with utter chaos. All kinds of things were piled everywhere.
This clearly wasn't the apartment's fault. Morton was simply far too good at shopping.
"Make yourself, make yourself at home. Treat this like your own place."
Morton spoke in a daze.
"Big brother, you can sleep in my bed. I'll sleep on the sofa."
With that, he plunged headfirst into the sofa buried beneath a heap of clothes. Before long, thunderous snores rang out...
As members of the Elf race and Extraordinary Life, elves had remarkably strong metabolisms. Even after drinking themselves dizzy the night before, it did not affect their condition the next day in the slightest.
But that did nothing to fix his laziness. Even though he could get up early, Morton had no desire to rise ahead of time. Today, he planned to sleep until noon and