“So, everyone can sleep only when Reed goes to bed.”
“Yeees.”
I looked back at the center of the banquet hall. Reed was still sitting arrogantly like a harem king, receiving one-sided and passionate courtship from the dream demons.
His lack of reaction made him seem as abstinent as he was during his paladin days, despite his corrupted appearance.
“He doesn’t seem to have any intention of sleeping at all. Maybe there’s no demon he likes…”
“What does not having a favorite demon have to do with sleeping?”
“Oh, you know very well and still ask.”
Her sly, knowing smirk felt ominous.
“Naturally, we must serve the guest diligently at night as well, right? He needs to choose a demon to attend to him at night to be able to sleep.”
Right, they’re demons.
Even the musicians and singers weren’t exempt from…