Siffrin and Freya did not appear at dinner either, but Daedalus had already recovered. Still, the earlier little incident seemed to have carried over until now, and the atmosphere at dinner was somewhat oppressive.
After her bath, Sonia opened the room from last night. The staff had already cleaned it thoroughly; no trace of any battle could be seen or smelled anymore.
She sat at the edge of the bed, and for some reason, her mood gradually sank.
Do I have Holiday Syndrome too? Sonia thought.
After a while, Witch and the other two also entered the room. As soon as Diya came in, she threw herself over and hugged her. Vesir and Vishy climbed onto the bed; the former read a book, while the latter was watching Blood Moon romance Shadow Dramas at 8x Double Speed.
"Why did we open this room?"
Sonia suddenly asked, "We clearly each have our own rooms, so why did we specially open an empty one?"
"So we wouldn't get our own bedsheets wet, I guess." Vesir said casually, "Like how couples book twin rooms too—one bed to use, one bed to sleep in."
Sonia's bracelet vibrated. She tapped it open and looked. "Freya's depression seems a little troublesome. Siffrin is still trying to think of a way."
Vesir asked, "No leads?"
"She said Freya's condition is a little like a mental illness unique to Veela, 'Death Love Syndrome.'" Sonia said, "If a Veela likes someone very much and completely loses the possibility of being with that person, they might develop this symptom. The massive rift between overflowing physiological hormones and cruel reality tears the Veela's heart apart, causing them to fall into internal friction they can't resolve on their own."
"Doesn't that just sound like heartbreak?" Vesir said.
"With heartbreak, you can still