Misunderstandings Are the Spice of Love

Outside the window, I could hear the sounds of hustle and bustle on the streets. Had I overslept?

Fighting to resist the inviting warmth of the bed, I turned my thoughts to the events of the day before.

I had gained a lot of knowledge the previous night and had even learned how Arisa became a slave.

Just as Arisa was falling asleep, I had asked her if I should free her from slavery, but she explained that the Geis that had been placed on her bound her to being a slave.

Being freed from slavery would apparently mean she had opposed the rules of the Geis, and she would immediately start to bleed everywhere and die. This “Geis” skill really is like a curse.

A place with a lot of people, like the old capital or the royal capital, was bound to have someone with the skill to erase or rewrite a Geis, so I’d have to wait to free her until then.

Once I had figured out last night that Arisa had used magic to charm me, I had resolved to get away from her for a while first thing in the morning; however, I had learned some things that made me feel bad for her, too, and it would be pretty heartless to abandon a kid, without any relatives, from my own faraway country.

I might come to regret that kindness in the future, but for now, all I could do was focus on the present. If something happens, I’ll just blow right through it with my level-310 power and absurd wealth.

At that moment, the door burst open, crushing my arrogant determination.

You could at least knock.

“Are you awake, Mr. Satou? Your lover’s here to see you!”

Even in the morning, Martha was always very energetic.

Behind her, I heard Zena mumble, “I-I’m not his…” as she tried to cover Martha’s mouth in a flustered panic.

“Good morning.” I sat up and greeted the pair.

Felt chilly— Oh, right. My shirt was still off from that incident last night.

“Ooh, you’ve got a pretty nice bod!”

Martha looked at my bare chest with a great deal of interest. Zena cowered behind her and covered her reddened face with her hands, but she was clearly staring through the gaps between her fingers.

I would think someone in the military would be used to seeing a half-naked guy.

“I’m sorry you had to see this. I’ll get changed right away.”

I put my hands on the bed to hoist myself up.

“Oooh…”

Something felt warm.

Looking down, I was greeted by the sight of a half-naked little girl. My hand had landed on her bare chest— Oh, right. She just fell asleep like that.

Seeing that I was sharing a bed with a young girl, Zena’s face rapidly changed color from bright red to a pale white.

“…Master…please, no more… I don’t think I can take it…”

As if aiming to damn me further, Lulu chose this precise moment to start talking in her sleep.

I looked at her bed to see that she had rolled over in her sleep and was lying on her side with her back facing me. But her shirt had gotten tangled up in the process, and her cute little bottom was in plain view. Right…and she’s not wearing underwear.

On top of that, there was a red stain on the sheets…

Huh? She wasn’t hurt, was she?

“H-h-how depraved! Satou, how could yooooou!”

Zena fled the room, sobbing into her hands.

Martha scratched her head awkwardly. “Sorry to interrupt… Take your time…” She shuffled out, closing the door behind her.