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Without Azalea there to pose for reference, he had been forced to rely on his imagination alone.

Obviously, it didn't help much.

In fact, because it took much longer than usual, he had managed to hurt his "little brother" from all the excessive rubbing.

"I really don't want to go to the bathroom. Taking a bath is going to sting like crazy," he groaned.

But there was no way he could avoid taking a bath, not when he only had a couple of hours before the banquet started.

He leaned back against the pillow, lamenting loudly. "Why does the duke have to start the banquet in the morning anyway? Aren't these things supposed to happen at night? How ridiculous."

After grumbling to himself for a while, Lumien refocused his attention on the system.