Chapter 115: Leaving the nest is always an emotional process
"Sweetheart,"
Oh, how nice it was, waking up to the sweet voice of Natha. I immediately rolled to my side, chasing the source of the voice--and almost falling off the couch.
Ugh--damn, I forgot that I was sleeping in Zia’s bedroom. Ot rather...I passed out. The mischievous girl was somehow able to smuggle some wines from the cellar, and somehow, we ended up donning a few bottles on our own.
"Be careful there," thankfully, the voice wasn’t just a fragment of my imagination or drunken stupor. I felt Natha’s cold hand supporting my body, and carefully shifting me back to the couch.
Slowly, I blinked my eyes and took the chaotic condition of the bedroom; mainly from candy wrappers and snack packaging though. Oh, and empty bottles. Also, a lot of pillows and blankets from other rooms since we built a fortress last night--Angwi would be sooo pissed about this.
I looked up and blinked again to make sure it was really my Demon Lord in front of me. "Natha?"
"How are you feeling?" Natha crouched down and brushed my hair aside.
"Mm...a bit queasy..."
He chuckled in response and procured a glass of water from who knows where, which I accepted with gratitude. I looked around while drinking, spotting Zia and Jade sleeping while holding into each other on the bed. I almost laughed at that and choked in the process.
"Seems like you’re still drunk," Natha laughed softly while patting my back and taking the glass before I dropped it. "Why are you drinking so much when you can’t hold your liquor?"
I contemplate the question for a bit before answering with a grin. "Because it’s a party!"