I Understand Your Position

Pastel walked down the corridor of the luxury hotel. She was alone, without Lord Demon or Melissa.

"Bububu~."

Wicked energy~.

It's Borabora.

The corridor, with the entire floor rented out, was quiet and devoid of people.

Pastel's finger twirled her keychain. Arriving in front of the door, she inserted the key and turned it.

Pushing the door open, I revealed the antique and ornate interior of the room. Faint sounds of conversation could be heard.

From the Terrace?

"Why am I suffering like this just because I ruined my first impression? Someone gets to come leisurely on a Train trip, while I have to sweat coming here first for Information Gathering. Hey, you need to pick the right side too. Got it?"

"Oh! That sounds right, Leader! I won't presumptuously request a spar with Pastel and will just make sure she remembers my face!"...