Jaemin woke up with a burning thirst in his throat.
He looked around his surrounding with a dizzy head. He was on his bed.
Bits of his memories started to piece itself together, and his memories slowly came back to him.
He had waited a long time for Woojin, who had gone out to buy more alcohol. He started taking sips from his soju cup, and he had fallen asleep on the table...
So, why was he in his bed?
He still had his shirt on. Jaemin hurriedly peeked underneath his blanket. He still had his pants on. He unnecessarily started touching his butt, but he didn’t feel any pain.
Thank you. Our Father, who art in heaven... Ah...
Multiple flashes of light blazed in an instant. Yuria, who had done away with another two, was left with a wound on her face from a suicidal counterattack.
“Oi! Don’t go slashing at my wife’s face! She doesn’t have anything other than her sword skill and her looks anyway!”
Yuria, who had been attacked from an unexpected place, cut down the kamikaze attacker and yelled,
“You shut your mouth!”
“Waah! That’s not my lovely’s normal nature!”
“Scales of the Chief God or whatever, when we get out of here, you’re the one I’m going to kill first!”
With a sword powered by rage, the blameless (?) stress-relief targets that were the fanatics had their formation broken and completely routed in an instant, and at that sheer force the demon king flinched.
“Shut up. I’ll deal with you later... ”