Chapter 11. Peanut Cakes

The grand banquet ended with me barely able to get out of bed the next morning. I hadn't had such an active night in a long time, where I didn't get back to my room until one o'clock in the morning.

I slept longer than usual on that basis. Though I hadn't been very punctual before…

Melinda's futile attempts to wake me had been going on for some time. In the end, it was twelve o'clock in the afternoon.

— I'm getting up… I'm getting up…» I mumbled indistinctly.

— Madam, that's the sixth time in a row you've said that.

Melinda sighed as I scattered my body parts as usual-not looking like a noble lady now.

— Mistress, at least cover yourself… You can't do that.

I only heard her with one ear, though, so I didn't notice the request. The maid should be used to the fact that no one could control me in my sleep. Not even myself.