You Just Have to Trust Me

After seeing off the completely drunk Duke Nastasha, Pastel entered the hotel.

"Woah-Woah, this is the smell of alcohol."

Pastel sniffed as she walked down the corridor devoid of employees. She hadn't drunk a single sip, but she felt like she was getting drunk from the fumes.

The Fairy peeked out from behind her back and sat on her shoulder.

―Did that demon get scammed or something?

"He suffered Confinement by Mom."

But actually it was a misunderstanding. And Dad might be the Culprit?

―Don't you like the demon? What's with that relationship?

"I know, right!"

Why does fate give such difficult trials...