Zofia and Maria were embracing each other on the carpet, looking more like a pair of sisters. Młynar sat asleep in his chair, propping up his head with one hand. The others had fallen asleep in various positions, but fluffy Kowal was especially popular. Even in their sleep, the others unconsciously drifted closer to him, while old Martin and the others had squeezed into a heap around him.
Claude smiled and was about to stand up and move them all onto beds. They could not keep sleeping on the floor.
A slight movement came from his lap. The girl made a tiny sound and quickly opened her eyes. She looked around in confusion, but soon grasped the situation. Realizing that she was lying on Claude's lap, an unusual flush spread across her face. She slowly turned her head, intending to check on Claude, only to meet a pair of valiant golden phoenix eyes.
"Awake? You could sleep a little longer. It's still early."
As he spoke, Claude took the opportunity to pull his leg back and sat down on the sofa. The imposing, powerful blonde knight's face was burning hot. She opened her mouth, yet had no idea what to say. Fortunately, Claude thoughtfully went off to use the bathroom.
"Sorry, Claude. We got a little too carried away last night. I don't even know when I ended up lying on your lap..."
Margaret had also tidied her clothes, smoothing every wrinkle before putting on the arm and leg guards she had set aside. Though her outfit appeared not to have a breastplate, it was actually hidden beneath her clothing, usually covered by the white outer garment. However, her firm waist was exposed. Perhaps it was designed that way for mobility, but Claude still found it somewhat unsafe.
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