Morning came swiftly.
At a big, vacant hall inside the Castle of Might, the survivors could be seen discussing with each other about their blissful experience they had in the night. Some talked about the delicacies they received, some talked about managing to strike a conversation with the beautiful maids, while some discussed the romance that blossomed between them and their fellow survivors.
There were different topics being discussed, but none of them had even the slightest hint of sadness or discomfort.
Everyone had smiles on their faces.
"What? You really made out with one of the maids?"
Rowan's eyes widened as he asked Eliman, who had a smug look on his face as he bragged about his experience last night.
"Of course. Do you take me for some type of weakling who can't woo a lady over? I didn't even exhaust all my romantic lines and tactics before she fell for me."
Eliman bragged with a grin on his face.
