Hoshino had no idea what consequences Yae Sakura's status as a shrine maiden would bring. If she had known, she might have been even more excited than she was now.
After her bath, the exhaustion from the long journey surged over Hoshino and swallowed her whole.
She yawned.
No matter how sleepy she was, she couldn't neglect safety measures. Hoshino lacked the energy to enjoy the abundance hidden beneath her trench coat. Instead, she fastened a chain around Lappland, tied her to the bedpost, and then tossed her onto the bed.
Such rough treatment somehow failed to wake Lappland. She merely shifted positions, rolled over, curled up, and continued sleeping peacefully.
Hoshino nodded in satisfaction.
Brushing aside several strands of hair that had fallen over Lappland's mouth, Hoshino soon drifted off as well.
Nothing happened that night.
They said the older one got, the less sleep one needed. Hoshino had fallen asleep in the early morning and thought she would sleep a little longer, but she still woke as the sun rose. Sicilian sunlight filled the windowsill, while the river gleamed with golden light.
What a beautiful sight.
This was the perfect time to dump a body on someone else's doorstep.
The [corpse] was still sleeping beside her, smelling of shampoo from head to toe and letting out the occasional snore. Lappland's clothes looked brand-new, too. The carefully worded letter had spent the entire night tucked against Hoshino's chest and was now steeped in the scent of cherry blossoms. It also bore Yae Sakura's distinctively sharp handwriting. It shouldn't look hostile at all, right?
Probably... right?
Just imagining dumping a sleeping Lappland in front of Madam Sicilia's door was thrilling.
Hoshino rubbed her hands excitedly.
As for the line, "Lady Yae Sakura sends her greetings," the hostility would have been