Death March to the Parallel World Rhapsody, Vol. 7

“Yes, of course.”

I continued to absentmindedly nod along to Princess Menea’s stories for the rest of the trip.

Ringrande had to wake me up when we got back to the old capital, and Princess Menea looked so cross that she was practically harrumphing out loud.

I must have fallen asleep in the middle of our conversation.

I apologized to her for my rudeness and wound up having to promise to take her sightseeing in the old capital to make it up to her.

I didn’t want to spend a day babysitting, but you reap what you sow, I suppose.