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"I'll have to work with what I have," the priestess thinks, noting that the barrier can be placed at the far end of her half of the room so that it covers the point between the beds. Someone might consider this an overreaction or, conversely, a useless exercise, given who she is facing, but it was necessary.
- Don't be offended, Edge Lord, it's not about you, it's about me, - she says, setting up spiritual and material fortifications. - It's a matter of years of habit. The Myco who neglect safety don't live long. I do this even in the capital - seemingly the safest place. You never know when a ghost, demon, or other evil will appear in the middle of the night.
Having finished all preparations for sleep, she silently prays to the Kami-sama - this time adding one extra prayer to her usual prayers.
- Oyasumi, - she concludes the evening ritual before falling into a sleep after a noticeable period of sleeplessness, listening to every sound coming from the neighboring half and praying to wake up tomorrow morning safe and sound. The Blade of Honor, tanto, and a stack of ofuda are left in their usual place - where even a super-thief couldn't reach them, but where she can grab them in half a second.
A lot could have happened tonight. Perhaps, in an attempt to attack Ayano, Lord would have fallen by the Blade of Honor, or perhaps he would have been immune to it, and the opposite would have happened - he would have successfully dishonored her. Or perhaps Ayano would have been attacked by a group of rapists, and she would have had to turn to ashes along with all her possessions. But contrary to the priestess's fears, none of this happened. Waking up in the morning, she finds herself safe and sound, while her companion is still peacefully sleeping in the other half of the room. Now is the time to try to smother him with a pillow or rob him of his fashionable gadgets and artifacts.