The next morning, Nalant slowly woke to find the space beside him already empty.
"Hmm?"
His hand found nothing, making Nalant wonder whether last night had merely been a dream.
But when he lifted the blanket and saw the crimson stain upon it, he understood that it had not been a dream.
Rather, it seemed he had truly gone and wronged another perfect woman.
Yet in those circumstances, Nalant himself had been backed into a corner.
As a normal man, facing Isabella—a woman with flawless looks, flawless bearing, and an exceptional figure—
if he could still endure that, then he probably ought to see a psychiatrist.
"How am I supposed to explain this to Natasha when I go back?"
"And Stella, too!"
Sure enough, indulgence felt good in the moment, but the troubles that followed came one after another.
Since he had already done such a thing to Isabella, Nalant naturally could not just pat his backside and leave.
He would certainly have to take responsibility.
But he had not even settled matters with Natasha yet.
Creak!
"Nalant, you're awake?"
Just then, the door was pushed open.
Isabella walked in.
At this moment, Isabella had already returned to her dignified, gentle self, dressed in a conservative style.
Other than her neck, not a hint of extra scenery could be seen.
That made Nalant recall once more the deep ravine from last night.
"Mm, I just woke up. Why are you up so early? You should rest a little longer."
Nalant knew full well how formidable his physique was.
Especially for a woman like Isabella, experiencing such matters for the first time.
At his words, a blush immediately rose on Isabella's lovely face.
"Nalant, I'm also a high-tier Silver Knight. Though that level of strength is certainly nothing in front of