And at that time, the sound next door was completely blocked off.
Miss Beyard slapped Aiwass hard on her buttocks.
Smack!
"...Uh!"
Aiwass stopped pretending to sleep, and instead, holding her buttocks, winced as she got up.
She opened her eyes and looked at Beyard with a fragile yet calm gaze, free of horror, "What do you want to do?"
"You indeed recognize this ritual," Beyard said, crossing her arms, her tone even, "What did you just do to me?"
She was still unsettled by the frenzied state she had found herself in just before.
If it had been a normal Son of the Moon, they wouldn't care about such a thing. They would smoothly consider it a treasured fortune they stumbled upon—but Beyard was an exception.
She was quite confident in her unyielding rationality.
