The morning sun was shining.
Soran woke up slowly from his deep sleep. He might have gotten a lot of satisfaction last night, or maybe he had never had such a good rest for a long time. That was why he actually slept through the day and woke up at noon. His nose was still surrounded by a light fragrance. It seemed that his fingertips were still tingling with the soft and delicate touches of last night. However, Gloria had not been here for a long time, and even the messy traces of last night's madness were cleaned up.
That was just a piece of cake for a high-grade Northern Witch!
