Of course, Naruse Mio still couldn't overcome her embarrassment in the end. Her face flushed crimson as she ran off, while Duanmu Huai could more or less guess who had made her do it—well, he had to admit, Maria had done a good job!
Although Duanmu Huai still hadn't figured out what this world's main storyline was, he didn't care. The system had already displayed the time ratio between the real world and the trial world: as the saying went, one day in Heaven was a year on Earth. Even if Duanmu Huai stayed here for thirty years, only a month would pass in the Inquisition. So he wasn't in any hurry at all. Besides, there was no way the system would really make him stay in this world for thirty years—ten years would be more than enough.
Thus, Duanmu Huai decisively treated this as a vacation.
Who wouldn't want to work for one day and take ten days off?
Of course, the only thing Duanmu Huai found somewhat boring was that he had no way to find a good woman to warm his bed.
It wasn't that Naruse Mio or Maria were bad. In Naruse Mio's condition, if Duanmu Huai acted a little more forcefully, she would probably give in. However, Duanmu Huai felt that doing so would be taking advantage of his past kindness, and he couldn't quite bring himself to do it. As for Maria, she did crawl into his blankets every morning to wake him up, but with her tiny frame... heh, better forget it.
Actually, if Duanmu Huai really wanted to do it, it wasn't entirely impossible. He could use his Shadow Clone, copy the information of other girls, and then recreate them with shadows. The shadows would obey him completely, so wouldn't he be