Instead, it was as though it were her!
"Boom-"
The instant she thought of that.
Tsukuyo Inaba felt all the blood in her body rush to her face.
That image lingered in her mind, refusing to leave.
"Mm..."
Beneath the surface, Tsukuyo Inaba curled into a ball, trembling in the hot water.
She had never imagined it.
Her God, who was normally so gentle.
So... he had such a wild, even somewhat frightening side too?
But...
Why was it that whenever she thought of that side of him...
Instead... it felt as though a little ant were crawling around in her heart?
And so.
The next day.
Early morning.
When the first ray of dawn pierced the gap in the heavy curtains, casting a faint glimmer into the room.
On the spacious bed in the master bedroom.
Haimo slowly opened his eyes.
His divine constitution kept him clearheaded at all times.
Only the air permeating the room reminded him of how fierce last night's battle had been.
Haimo turned his head.
There he saw.
The girl beside him, deep in sleep.
Sasamori Aya lay beneath the thin velvet quilt, which covered most of her beautiful body.
But.
Even in her sleep, a trace of deep exhaustion remained between Sasamori Aya's brows.
Undried tear tracks still marked the corners of her eyes.
Her long, glossy black hair, normally so smooth, now lay scattered messily across the pillow and sheets, with a few strands even clinging to her flushed cheeks.
The exposed curve of her pale, rounded shoulder was covered in red marks of all sizes, like red plum blossoms blooming in the snow, a startling sight.
Not wanting to disturb her, Haimo gently sat up and took a sheet of parchment from the bedside table.
It contained the Status