Marcille was peacefully sleeping in a bed besides Falin, her chest slowly rising and falling back down in a continuous motion.

Their group was on a lower floor of the dungeon, having just killed the red dragon and resurrected Falin with Marcille’s dark magic, and were now resting in one of the buildings.

The floor was an empty village, more like a kingdom but whatevs, and was empty now that they had killed the dragon; No monsters or other people that they knew of.

The room they found only had two beds, so the group settled in Marcille sharing one bed with Falin, meanwhile Chilchuck and Shenshi would share the other bed.

Meanwhile, Laios had to sleep on the floor, yet for some reason said it was fine.

Some people might had thought Marcille would have been opposed to the idea of sharing a bed with Falin, but she seemed to have no problem with it.

In fact, her and Falin used to share a bed in their old dorm they lived in during the magic school years.

Suddenly, Marcille heard the faint sound of rustling, careful movements from someone close by, and she felt the bed’s weight shift as if someone was getting up from it.

She blinked lightly, regaining consciousness and rubbing at her eyes as she lifted herself up to sit up. She looked over to see Falin standing up and nervously looking at her, as if nervous at the fact she had accidentally woken up Marcille.

“Mmm–.. Falin? What are you doing up this late?” She said in a drowsy yet confused tone, eventually quickly regaining her consciousness and the drowsiness quickly faded.