A Reserved Confession
Editor: Misty Cloud Translations
At almost the same moment that that black figure slipped into the room through the window, the room that had been completely dark lit up a little and a light voice tinged with a trace of laziness floated out from the room further inside.
"Hell's Lord, it's the middle of night and you're not sleeping back in your room. What are you doing running here into mine instead?"
Hearing those words, the Hell's Lord's deep eyes glinted and the corners of her mouth curled up as a highly magnetic voice came out of his mouth: "You knew that this Lord was going to come?"
The moment his voice fell, he went striding towards the inside of the room, going closer with one step, and then a second step.
"Hell's Lord, I do not wear clothes when I sleep!"
His footsteps then paused, and the smile at the ends of his mouth deepened. His voice deep like thick fine wine tinged with an intoxicating charm, he went on to say: "No matter. This Lord does not mind."