Ramiel sat on the throne with a grim and tired face. He rested his chin on a clenched fist and tilted gently, glistening from sweet neck, which bore many fresh and bloody bite marks. Meanwhile, he rubbed the blue bags under his eyes, making him look a few years older. He was trying to get rid of a sudden migraine attack, but it didn't help at all. To eliminate the effect, eliminating the cause would be necessary, and he could only dream of that.
At this point, he really wanted to die and regretted that he had clung to life in the Bloody Forest. He would have been spared a great deal of trouble and nerves then. But now there was nothing left for him to do but grit his teeth and drink the beer he had brewed.
As can be easily guessed, none other than Avi was responsible for Ramiel's current state of being on the verge of a nervous breakdown. She has given him a solid beating despite the fact that they have only been together for fifteen minutes.
