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This time, Ayano didn't set up the divider for her half of the room, nor did she place their stack of belongings within easy reach, nor did she hide the Dagger of Honor in the folds of the blanket.
If Lord Ravenage still wanted to dishonor her and steal the black mask from her inventory, then this was the long-awaited moment. Perhaps then she would finally lose the patronage of the Kami-sama, who, according to the priest, should not have existed in this world, and the spiritual connection she felt with them was actually a sinful connection with the slippery tentacles of Miss Cosmos, and then she could, with a clear conscience, slit her own throat and rid the world of her poisonous presence.
According to all the rules, she should have tossed and turned all night, burdened by heavy thoughts and unable to fall asleep, but perhaps the reason was the long day's journey and the lack of sleep beforehand, or perhaps she was emotionally exhausted after the conversation with the clergyman, but sleep came to her within five to ten minutes, mercifully shutting off her consciousness from the overwhelming weight.
As she was falling asleep, she managed to think that today she would dream of being a demon in Reisen Reima's palace, pursued by a priest from Mitten, Eugene Kripov, and Castor L. Celene in their attempts to betray her to the sword and scatter her corpse into atoms.
“Good morning, Ayaya,” he greeted her with such a kind smile that for a moment it seemed like it was a completely different person. “I know that depriving you of Trude's cooking would be a crime, but I still hope you like it.”
It was a simple but skillfully prepared dish – an omelet with rice, thinly sliced cucumber, and herbs. He even managed to find some ketchup somewhere to draw a sun on the surface of the omelet, instead of his favorite moon, but he used it sparingly so as not to affect the taste more than necessary.