The Passionate Cuddling Late At Night

I didn't get what he meant, but before I could ask any questions, Ansir stepped around me with his hand in his pocket. His back was cool and relaxed with a hint of… joy.

I could guess there was something wrong with the room he'd arranged for me.

After Ansir left, the servant also led me to the room at the end of the second-floor hallway. As we left the dining room, I thought about Ansir's words, so I brought the bottle of whiskey with me.

But the servant's expression was also unnatural, as if he had something to say to me, but he held his tongue.

I asked her tentatively, "The room at the end of the hallway? Is there a problem?"

The servant paused, then said, "You will know after staying for a night."