I Don’t Need a Guillotine for My Revolution

The next morning arrived.

I woke and stretched. A succubus, Gremory, had infiltrated my dream somehow—bothersome, yet surprisingly, I felt no fatigue. She claimed she'd only had a 'taste'. Recalling that 'taste', I immediately suppressed the thought.

First thing, then...

"Excuse me, Marquis!"

I was just thinking that when someone entered the tent. I almost flinched, but it was Shandra, smiling brightly as always.

"Shandra, what is it?"

"A letter, from the Dilrus emissary."

"Ah, thank you."

"Haha, I'll be off then."