Before our encounter with that group of suspiciously hostile vagabonds, I was admiring the comforting face of sleeping Narcissus on the VIP seat—beside her on the bed, tugging her arm.
Of course, I was not the only audience to this divine scenery.
"Despite being steadfast at staying awake in our arms, she fell asleep in less than ten minutes," Kuzunoha said as she trailed her finger on Narcissus' exposed neckline. "She pouted for so long while pretending to be unconscious, curiously watching us if we were truly asleep. Fufufu~"
I was quite disturbed by her clinginess and brazen way of showing affection, but I started to get used to it as my hate for her started to dwindle. After all, her presence brought us more benefits than harm.
Though, the only reason why she was this touchy now was because of the circumstances and how she got the upper hand after finding out that there is an entity she named Daffodil inside Narcissus' soul.
