Ellie Miller did a quick calculation; she was just four Magical Plants away from obtaining her Advanced Herbalist certification.
Reflecting on the hardships she'd endured before, Ellie thought that achieving a status of [6/10] was a blissful feeling.
She hummed a cheerful tune, habitually heading towards the side room adjacent to the North District's master bedroom.
The moment she pushed the door open, her smile vanished.
The room's ceiling had disappeared. No, correction, the ceiling hadn't disappeared; it had fallen, merging with her bed.
Ellie stared at the collapsed bed and asked the man behind her, "Tell me, Artor Coldcrest, are you a husky?"
Artor embraced her from behind, resting his chin on the top of Ellie's head.
Under the warm glow of the Magic Lamp, Ellie's back was pressed against the Duke's warm, solid chest.
"Ellie, just for tonight."
They had traveled in the Magic Carriage before and had shared the same bed.
