The exhaustion from being entwined by a Vouivre all night had yet to fully fade. His shoulders and waist ached faintly, as though invisible restraints had cinched him tight all night and left shallow marks behind.
He turned his head and glanced at the other side of the bed.
Saria had already returned to her usual composure, sitting properly on the edge of the bed as she reached up to straighten her slightly disheveled long hair. Her amber eyes were still cool and aloof, but the loose strands at her temple that had not yet settled and the refreshed gleam in her gaze still betrayed just how much she had enjoyed herself.
...She was practically a different person from the Saria who had called him strange names last night. He almost wanted to ask whether this Vouivre had been possessed by some succubus.
"Are you all right?" Gerald propped himself up from the bed. Being the one lying in bed instead felt somewhat strange to him. "Do you need to rest a little longer?"
"I'm fine. If anything, I feel quite relaxed."
Saria said this. Though her expression was difficult to make out in the darkness, she was probably smiling. "I'll go wash up first. I still owe you the breakfast I promised yesterday. Later, I'll help print the forms that need signing. Most people in the personnel department know me, but the agreement requires identification to enter. We still need to follow the rules."
"My real identification probably dates all the way back to Kazimierz." Gerald silently touched the scar on his neck. "Still, considering this company is on the same scale as Barren Mobile Base, it's no surprise that they privately accept some illegal transfers."
"Yes. A wealthy young master like Anthony, who escaped prison and is wanted,