Several figures with their arms around each other's shoulders and tugging at each other's clothes rapidly took shape inside the Azure Wind Inn.
Click!
The bathroom door was pushed open, and a bleary-eyed figure walked out of the bathroom with a yawn.
Then their gazes met, and they fell into a wordless silence.
After freezing for a second, the tenant who had come out of the bathroom finally processed what was happening with his sleep-dulled brain.
He opened his mouth, but just as he was about to cry out, a hand suddenly reached over and covered it. He could only make muffled whimpering sounds.
Slap!
A dull pain struck the back of his neck, and the unlucky fellow who had just finished relieving himself crumpled to the floor.
Danitz's eyes widened. Looking at Gehrman Sparrow, who withdrew his hand expressionlessly, he opened his mouth but could not say a word.
Klein looked at him coldly and said, "Put him back in bed."
"Huh? He's not dead?"
Danitz looked rather dazed. He had thought Gehrman Sparrow had directly killed the unlucky bastard.
...Although he hadn't killed him, judging from that practiced move just now, Gehrman Sparrow must have knocked plenty of people out from behind in his daily life.
While grumbling inwardly, he dragged the unconscious tenant back onto the bed in the bedroom.
After returning to the living room, Danitz asked curiously, "What a hassle. What if this guy wakes up tomorrow and remembers us?"
Cyril shook his head slightly. "He won't. I already planted a psychological suggestion. To him, this will just be a dream."
"Otherwise, why do you think Gehrman Sparrow didn't knock him out immediately?"
Danitz: ...
Heh, you two worked together pretty seamlessly.
Ignoring Danitz's expression as though he wanted to speak but held himself back,