Happy times always pass quickly.
Just like the previous three days, a night would unconsciously go by.
In those three days, Shane typically woke after sunrise.
But this time, Shane woke up before dawn.
No, it should be said that this night, Shane truly hadn't slept at all.
Then, he received merciless beatings from a certain Enchanting Demon.
"I'm going to kill you, damn soul!"
Chafne, with a tired face but brimming with anger, propped up her strengthless body, grabbed a pillow, and started smashing it toward Shane like her life depended on it.
"You... you're murdering your own husband...!?"
Shane, also nearly exhausted, struggled to block the continuous pillow attacks and almost threw out his back due to the excessive motion.
However, seeing Shane like this didn't make Chafne show any mercy; rather, she grew even angrier.
"What happened to staying alert? What happened to stopping at the right time?"
