By the time Sovell opened his eyes, more than ten hours had passed since the "flower picker" left.
A faint breath brushed his ear, and Sovell looked beside him.
The naked girl was still lost in dreams, unconsciously hugging his arm, her two soft peaks resting comfortably against it.
Sovell froze for a moment, then realized what had happened and smiled helplessly.
Three days and nights of revelry had drained most of their energy.
They had woken once in between, but perhaps because this was her first taste of such pleasure, Artoria had promptly pinned him beneath her again, dragging him back into the abyss of lust.
By now... counting the time they had slept to recover, another day had passed, however he reckoned it.
The scent of their lovemaking filled his nose. Sovell shook his head and flicked his fingers, controlling Thousand Winds to drive the smell out of the room.
Sovell smoothed a lock of golden hair beside Artoria's ear, then looked around.
The curtains were tightly shut, but they could not stop the sunlight from seeping through. Clearly, the sun was already high.
Beneath those shafts of light, the lines of a Magic Formation shimmered.
Sovell recognized it at a glance: a magical barrier, and one with powerful soundproofing to boot.
Unless its structure was destroyed or dismantled, the only ways in or out were phasing or teleportation.
Merlin's handiwork?
As Sovell suddenly realized this, the image of a white-haired woman flashed before his eyes.
Inside a cave, she had merely tapped her toe, burning away the petals drifting toward her.
"Sister?"
A torrent of memories surged over him, and Sovell's mind shut down on the spot.
His upper body, which he had only just raised, went limp and fell back onto the bed. The loud thump