A hesitant knock and a seemingly troubled voice rang out, disturbing the War God's sweet dreams.
Even so, if he wanted to sleep, he wanted to sleep. Li Zihan pulled the blanket over his head again.
Defying Li Zihan's will, the hesitant knocking continued, growing louder than before.
His drowsiness thoroughly scattered by the knocking, the War God opened his eyes, which had turned golden due to his divinity. He climbed out of bed, walked over, and opened the door with a vicious glare.
"Black Rabbit, do you really want to become White Night Yaksha's secretary that badly?"
Something that should have been utterly terrifying to Black Rabbit came from the young War God's mouth.
"Eek, eek, eek—"
Black Rabbit, who would probably be toyed with in every possible way if she fell into White Night Yaksha's hands, immediately went pale.
"Why are you sending me to White Night Yaksha-sama?!!!"
Because you disturbed my sweet dreams.
Someone who rarely felt like going back to sleep thought so.
"My lord, please do not be angry with Black Rabbit."
Just as Black Rabbit was about to be sent to White Night Yaksha, the Hakoniwa Knight she admired stepped in front of her. Under Black Rabbit's grateful gaze, she slightly bent her knee in salute, looked at the War God with ruby-like eyes, and slowly spoke.
"Why?"
The War God, who had already sold Black Rabbit out, asked with great interest.
"Please do not hold overly high expectations for the disgrace of the Hakoniwa Aristocrats."
The vampire princess spoke without changing her expression.
That grating assessment traveled through the air and into the ears of a certain disgrace of the Hakoniwa Aristocrats. Black Rabbit froze completely, falling into a petrified state as though she had been stared at by Medusa's eyes.
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