You think Demigods are cabbages? Is advancing that easy? I want to become a Demigod sooner too, but who's going to give me the potion formula? You?
Sifa grumbled inwardly before saying, "I won't be responsible for the fighting this time. I'll only handle communications. If conditions allow, I'll observe from nearby. No matter how things turn out, I won't get overly involved."
Kardashian shrugged. "Then I'm relieved."
Then she lifted the blanket and lay down on the bed.
Sifa looked as though he had been petrified as he stared at the woman on the bed. "You...?"
"I'm tired. Replacing the memories of that man named Lucien took quite a bit out of me. I'm going to sleep now. Is there a problem?" Kardashian lay on her side, facing Sifa.
"There's no problem, but..."
But don't you usually sleep under the bed, or run up to sleep on the ceiling?
Sifa never said those words aloud.
Kardashian chuckled. The clothes on her body rapidly shrank into her body. It was not hard to imagine the scenery beneath the blanket now.
"Can't I sleep in a bed? I want to make myself look more like a human, like I used to. So, starting today, I plan to spend every night in bed."
She patted the space beside her. "Look, there's room too. I don't mind if you sleep beside me."
"I understand. I'll get another room. Rest early." Sifa whistled, and the parrot that had been trembling in the corner immediately flapped its wings and landed on his shoulder.
Sifa said "good night" with a smile, then backed out of the room.
Kardashian gave a soft laugh. "Coward."
She burrowed under the blanket, closed her eyes, and slowed her breathing.
After getting another room, Sifa had barely thrown himself onto the