The next day.
"Mmm..."
Zeliel lay in bed and lazily rolled over.
He kept feeling as though something was missing from his arms.
Oh well. Time to get up.
"Urgh..."
He interlocked his fingers and stretched his hands forward, his bones crackling.
With a kip-up, Zeliel sprang out of bed.
He had slept especially well.
Looking out the window, he saw brilliant sunshine. It seemed to be almost noon already.
"The Church doesn't take lunch breaks too, does it?"
Zeliel rubbed his eyes and muttered to himself.
He took a comfortable hot shower, changed into clean, neat underclothes, put on the Moonshadow Robe, and headed downstairs.
Arriving at the second-floor restaurant, Zeliel actually found Vales angrily saying something to Gray again.
Gray remained as nonchalant as ever, yawning as he effortlessly traded verbal jabs with Vales.
"What's with you two... making this much noise first thing after getting up?"
Zeliel pulled out a chair and sat down. "What are you arguing about this time?"
"Zeliel! Disable Gray's access to his Secondary Bag!"
Vales said furiously, "I can't stand him anymore!"
"Huh?"
Zeliel frowned. "What happened?"
"He actually put his unwashed clothes in the Storage Bag this morning!"
Vales indignantly accused him. "And he dumped them right on top of my quiver!"
"I only wanted to take them downstairs to get them washed."
Gray shrugged. "Besides, I already apologized. I won't put them on your quiver again."
"You could have just called room service to collect them!"
"I had to test the Storage Bag's functions. We bought it, so we might as well use it."
Gray pursed his lips. "Besides... who knows what kind of monster loot we'll end up putting in there?"
"Wouldn't that stuff be even filthier than my dirty clothes?"
"No!"
Vales firmly shook his head.
"I can