A grip tightened around his arm.
Sasamori Aya had already strode to the left side of the sofa.
Without a word, she reached out and grabbed Haimo's left arm.
"What are you doing?"
"How could we possibly sleep soundly with you reading all alone over there, Lord God?"
On his right.
Kikakujō Mary was not about to be outdone.
She seized Haimo's right arm, her voice carrying a stubbornness that allowed no refusal.
"Exactly!"
Onigawara Rin planted both hands against Haimo's back.
"With everyone here, how could you run off on your own, Lord God?"
"Come up and rest with us, Lord God!"
At that moment, they completely buried the hatchet.
They joined forces.
And hoisted Haimo straight off the sofa.
Pulling and tugging.
They forcibly dragged him back to the enormous eight-person Cloudsilk Cotton bed.
Then.
Before he could even find his footing.
The girls surged forward as though they had assigned their positions long ago.
All at once.
They pressed Haimo straight into the prime spot in the very center of the bed, which none of them had originally been willing to yield.
"There! Now nobody has to fight over it!"
Onigawara Rin clapped her hands, looking with satisfaction at Haimo lying in the middle.
Then she unceremoniously found an empty spot beside him, lay down, and pulled the covers over herself.
Kikakujō Mary straightened her nightdress and settled down on the other side.
Sasamori Aya gave a soft snort.
She stepped straight over the edge of the bed and lay down snug against Haimo's side.
The farce.
Finally came to an end.
Once its preset time arrived, the [Magic Stone Lamp] on the wall gradually dimmed.
Only a night-light remained, giving off a faint yellow glow that barely illuminated a small patch by the head of the