"Phield, new orders just came in. Stop sleeping all day."
The dragon-blooded Arlya shoved the door open without warning. A naked figure lay sprawled across the bed. The moment she stepped inside, she froze for a full second.
"Wah—pervert!" Arlya shrieked, instantly covering her face as she stamped her foot in fury. "Why are you not wearing clothes in broad daylight?!"
"Why didn't you knock first? Get out!"
Phield was mortified. Not only had he lost every single round of chess and been mocked by Rosalia, but now Arlya had barged in and seen him like this. His cold, dignified image was completely ruined.
"Pervert!" Arlya ran out with a flushed face.
After getting dressed and stepping outside, Phield was met with Arlya glaring at him as if he were some kind of degenerate.
"Milani's finished her investigation. She's requesting that we head to the front line with her to provide support."
"They failed to take Screeching Fortress, didn't they?"
