A night of various meanings quietly passed by, no longer tranquil.
As the sun rose again from the east, ascending over the skies of Britain in Fairy Country and showering the earth with its radiance, the huge tower standing on the grassland also began to cast its reflection on the ground.
At this time, Reiger, too, awoke following his biological clock.
But the moment he woke up, he immediately fell into a state of complete disarray.
"Hmm... Hmm..."
In the midst of peaceful breathing sounds, the fairy girl slept tranquilly, appearing to be in a very comfortable slumber by the look on her face.
That was only natural.
After all, the fairy girl was lying in Reiger's arms, squeezed together with him on a sofa. Her hands clutched Reiger's clothes tightly, and occasionally, she would nuzzle her face against Reiger's chest like a dozing cat, treating Reiger as a cushion.
How could that not be comfortable?
