In the corner booth of the Fallen Night's bar.
In this small space separated by a barrier, the atmosphere was somewhat stiff. The Fallen Angel and the Home Martial Soul stared at each other, their gazes clashing as if sparks and lightning were flying.
Just when it seemed they were about to come to blows, the knocking outside the barrier broke the tension-filled standoff.
"Boss, Dorothy, your drinks and snacks are here."
Outside the booth, the Centaur Lady, having composed herself, carried a tray and said.
Soon, the barrier of the booth disappeared, and in front of Nina appeared two people snuggled up as intimately as best friends.
"Thanks, Sister Nina."
The Fairy King sat boldly on the seat, her arm tightly wrapped around the Fallen Angel. The oppressive strength from the Martial God made it difficult for the other to turn away and use her magic power for a while.
