Out of curiosity, Rossweisse and Margaret followed their leader once again. Their minds had already wandered far and wide to imagine what their leader would do to that angelic princess in the hotel room.
"The best room for one night." Azrael put his card on the reception desk.
"Suite or VIP class, sir?" The receptionist blushed a little because the two people before her were the first-class beauty and prince to match.
"The casual room is fine." Ely responded when her disciple glanced at her.
"Then, one VIP class." Azrael nodded in understanding.
"Alright, one VIP room for one night. The double bed or twin bed, sir?" The receptionist gulped her saliva as she could guess something wild, but she still maintained her professionalism. This pair of young love birds would spend the night in a classy hotel as if this place were a love motel...
