"Well… to be precise, you've been hiding inside the greatsword while I carry you around everywhere. The way you put it makes it sound like a horror movie."
Rosalia stretched lazily and grinned. "I stayed awake the whole time to make sure you wouldn't get ambushed in your sleep. You've got some nerve, just collapsing into bed like that. This place isn't safe."
"Thanks for your hard work."
Phield instinctively reached out to pat her head, but his hand paused midair—Rosalia didn't really like being touched like that.
"If you want to pat my head, go ahead. Honestly, I won't stop you this time."
"Alright." A smile curled at the corner of Phield's lips. "You said it yourself."
The next second—
"Mmm~ where are your hands going?!"
Feeling those restless hands slipping toward her collar, Rosalia trembled slightly, her eyes half-lidded. "I… I need to sleep too. If I don't rest, I'll get stupid."
"Oh? Being this obedient for once, not even running away."
