I'll Just Have to Get Used to It

“Did training go well?”

Late at night.

I welcomed Derek, who had come back quite late, tidied the bed, and took out pajamas for him to change into.

Changing the sheets and bringing out a fresh blanket weren't normally my job, but with so few maids, I had no choice but to do it myself.

Maybe thanks to that, I was able to keep from getting bored while Derek was out, even though he was late.

I didn't know why he was so late. I guess training must have been intense or something.

But Derek came in from outside and flopped down on the bed, sprawled out.

“Hey, you bastard. How can you come crawling in covered in dust and immediately lie down on the bed? Get up and go wash yourself!”

“Ugh. I don't know, I'm exhausted. Can't I just sleep like this?”

“Cut the crap and get up already! You're not the only one who sleeps under this blanket. What about me?”...