[Did Pride say that?]
A cozy yet dim space where only candlelight pushed back the darkness.
The figure standing at its center slowly parted bloodless lips.
[It cannot be helped.]
The silhouette resembled a woman whose body had been completely wrapped in robes.
The being gently stroked the hair of the maiden lying with her head upon their thigh.
“Mmm.”
Each time, a tiny murmur of sleep slipped between the maiden’s lips.
[Bring Belphegor. I must discuss countermeasures with him.]
Then, just as the maiden was about to open her eyes, a dark-skinned hand moved and covered them.
The silhouette beneath the robe transformed in an instant.
A beauty with luxuriant golden hair revealed a head beneath the hood.
“…Sarah?”
[Yes. Your Sarah is still here.]
“What time is it……?”
[The sun has not risen yet. You may sleep longer.]
“But I should probably get up soon…….”
[You promised to spend a long time with me today.]
“Ah… was today my day off?”
[Yees. At least, that is what Sarah remembers.]
The figure took the maiden’s hand and lightly kissed its back.
The other hand continued covering the maiden’s eyes, gifting her a false night.
[I’ll wake you when the sun rises, so don’t worry and sleep a little longer, my Asphodel.]
“Mmm…….”
Eventually, unable to resist that offensive, the maiden fell asleep again.
The figure swept the lengthened hair backward.
The hood slid back with the motion as well, fully revealing the face beneath.