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“I’m bursting… I’ve never been this full… Rokoko is so… happy.”
“Yeah… We really ate a lot, huh? The staff’s recommendations were spot on, and everything was incredibly delicious… If you’re satisfied, then I’m happy, too.”
Still basking in the tasteful décor of the private room, we both praised our own efforts—rather, discussed our thoughts on the meal. Over the table, mountains of empty plates lay in organized piles. Truly, we’d eaten an enormous amount of food.
Just the soups alone included consommé, onion, corn, and pumpkin potage. For our main courses, there were steaks, cutlets, stews, munière, and sautéed dishes. There were also various types of pasta with tomato sauce, seafood, and dishes seasoned with herbs and spices.
On top of that, there was an assortment of different kinds of bread and even rice-based dishes. I still couldn’t believe we managed to finish it all without literally popping.
“Excuse me. We’ve brought dessert. Please enjoy it with coffee.”
…Hmm. It seemed we weren’t quite finished yet.
I mustered up the last of my strength and reached for the spoon.
“It was delicious, Rococo.”
After finishing our meal, we struggled to contain our heavy stomachs and searched for a place to stay for the night. We eventually settled on one inn, even though it was a bit pricier due to the late hour. Well, sometimes you have to pay a pretty penny for a silky bed, hm?
Finding the inn took quite some time, and by the time we settled in, it was already quite late. Rokoko sat on the bed across from mine, drowsing out of her mind.
“Rokoko, aren’t you tired? You should clock out for the day. I’ll stay awake a little longer,” I said gently.
“No, Noel… Rokoko is… still awake…” She replied, her voice itself slurring and trailing off to sleep.
However, she couldn’t even finish her sentence before her body flopped down onto the bed. Not long after, she started to emit a regular, soothing pattern of breaths. She clearly began to enjoy her rest.
“Haha, you must’ve been really tired,” I chuckled at the cute sight. “We’ve been through quite a lot today, especially in this morning,” I continued muttering to myself as I gently draped a sheet over her. Then, I stretched out on the bed next to hers.
Yes, it had been an incredibly eventful day.
The battle against the Giant Treant, the formation of our party, Luminous—composed only of Dark attribute users… Though, we haven’t registered on the guild yet.
Not only that, but we went to a br*thel where she bathed, received proper clothing from the ladies, and… My mind went back to myself.
“Me, of all people, forming a party…”
It was something that hadn’t even crossed my mind the day I was kicked out to the curb. Now, though, I was certain. It’s wrong for the world to treat us so cruelly based solely on our attribute. They never regarded us for our deeds or personalities.
That’s why I—we, Luminous, will prove ourselves to the world.
We’ll gather other comrades with the same attribute as us, who are suffering in this unfair world, and achieve something real. Something no one can deny. Accomplishing the same goal as the Hero of Light’s party will surely make others acknowledge us—
I drifted off.
Huh? What’s that…?
I awoke from my light slumber, sensing faint movements and sounds just beside me.
It was Rokoko. She had been sleeping in another bed next to mine, so why was she up? Did something wake her?
“What’s wrong, Roko—?!”
“Can I sleep with you…?”
The weight of her delicate, supple body pressed on me. In the dimly lit room, her dewy blue eyes gazed down on me affixed. Looking around, I saw she wore only a single black nightdress, so sheer and open it barely concealed her alluring tan skin. Her clothes’ neckline also descended to just below her bosom, almost showing what lay beneath.
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