Jehanne was a woman of action. As soon as she got an idea, she moved to act on it.
As such, without delay, she headed out of her room, down the stairs, and out of the Log House. She rushed next door and knocked loudly.
"Miss Dark Elf, can I have a word with you!" she shouted.
The Log House didn't have very good soundproofing—it was made of logs, after all. As such, the faint moans coming from inside, and the sound of things rattling in panic, echoed clearly.
"Hmm?"
Jehanne frowned, puzzled that nobody came to the door even after some time passed. Just as she was getting worried and about to barge in, the door creaked open.
"Oh, my goddess... Ha... Do you need something?"
And the one who appeared was the blonde playboy, Arthur—his clothes disheveled, hair a wild mess as if he had just gotten up from bed, and his body covered in red marks and sweat. He was panting hard, trying to catch his breath, but every part of him screamed of "activity."
