Olga pushed a trolley filled with goods to sell waffles. She didn't look all right. The bottom of her eyes was black, and her mouth kept yawning. Even this morning, when she was making the dough, Elise had to wake her up several times.
"I haven't been up all night like that in a long time," Olga grumbled. "However, I still found any clues from you or caught you doing something. Either you're so great at hiding your secrets, or you're really God's messenger."
Raymund laughed. "Last night, she looked miserable. She got out of bed several times, observing your sword, your armor, and even lying down to examine your face from a very close. However, you slept very well and not disturbed at all."
Elise, who was also pushing the trolley, couldn't respond. Before going to sleep last night, she kept thinking about her fate for the day, imagining the lewd glances that would be on her. Not to mention their touch. It even got carried away into her dream.
