"Hey, are you okay?" Yorko pushed No. 76 with the other foot, but the latter was completely irresponsive.
He sighed, drew close to her, and then picked up the coat on the ground with his mouth to cover both of them.
"Forget the romantic night. Just suck it up for this single night."
After such unexpected turns, he found himself surprisingly calm. The underground auction, the 4000 gold royals he wasted on a witch, the public attention he drew, and then the attack of the witches... Over one night, he experienced more than he had ever experienced during the past twenty-some years of his life.
"Hmm.. this thrilling and stimulating feeling seems not to be as bad as I imagined?"
Of course, Yorko would never agree to experience it once again.
He had a fitful night. It was already noon the following day by the time they were found by a servant of the "Black Money".
