When Motoyasu winked fashionably at Raphtalia, something inside her seemed to have snapped.
Raphtalia: “There are things to do tomorrow, I’m returning.”
While suppressing her urge to kill with a smile, the cup containing the alcohol she didn’t drink vibrated with magic released from the body.
Motoyasu: “Eh? Ah-”
Like that, she returned to the hotel with the spare key and slept.
And, the next morning.
Raphtalia: “Good morning.”