After the last ray of sunset disappeared outside the window of the Lake Fairy Tower, a thick fog began to once again envelop the entire Lake Fairy Tower and the area nearby.
On the fourth floor of the tower, on a soft High Elf pinewood bed, Mogiana lay languidly against Laine's chest, her face filled with blush, feeling the soreness in two places, letting out a sigh: "I always thought you would come sooner."
Laine thought, I didn't come here to do this kind of thing.
That's definitely not something you say out loud. Laine gently stroked Mogiana's back, speaking softly with her. The two had been at it from afternoon to evening, and it was time to take a break.
