"Go do it when I tell you to. Am I the master, or are you?"
Hearing Gabriel's words, Sirin's expression turned cold.
"Understood, Master. Do I just need to lie directly on the bed?" Hearing the anger in Sirin's voice, Gabriel jumped in fright. She hurried to the bedside and touched the icy bed.
Honestly, Gabriel completely failed to understand why Sirin had to do so many unnecessary things. As a Divine Spirit, Sirin probably would not feel cold even at a thousand degrees below zero, right?
"Who told you to get on the bed wearing clothes?"
"Huh?"
Gabriel, who was about to climb onto the bed, froze and turned to look at Sirin.
"A servant should act like a servant. Take off your clothes and let your body directly touch the blanket and bed. That way, the bed will warm up faster."
"...Understood."
Gabriel immediately took off all her clothes, then slipped beneath the blanket, leaving only her head exposed.
"Is this enough?"
Gabriel looked at Sirin with her big eyes.
"More or less. Just like that..."
Half an hour later, Gabriel left the bed. Sirin climbed in and felt the warmth inside the blanket.
"It really is warm!"
But... Sirin looked at Gabriel, who was getting dressed beside her.
"Little Gi..."
"Yes."
"Your wings..."
"What about my wings?"
Having finished dressing, Gabriel looked at Sirin in confusion.
"Your wings... are shedding feathers..."
Sirin wordlessly picked several feathers off the bed.
"Oh dear! There's nothing I can do about that... Ahaha..."
Seeing the feathers in Sirin's hand, Gabriel laughed awkwardly.
"..."
Sirin...
Beastmen Tribe
It was probably... dawn...