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By the time Emilia got back to Crystal's house, the restaurant had long since closed.
Of course, the people responsible for security would monitor the place throughout the night as well.
The man in charge of the security breathed a sigh of relief when Emilia returned safe and sound. "Young miss, you're back!"
Emilia just gave him a nod as she headed for the restaurant. "Please focus on your work, don't mind me."
The man could only watch blankly as the rich young missy easily climbed the side of the building and entered through the second-floor window. "I-I get that she doesn't want to disturb them… but there's gotta be a less dangerous way to do this, right?"
Not to mention that the young miss could have waited for him to fetch her a spare key to the apartment on the second floor, she could have just left it open when she went out.
After all, with so many of them keeping watch, what could go wrong by just leaving a door open?
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When Emilia nimbly landed directly inside Crystal's room, it took her a moment to comprehend the scene in front of her before she burst into giggles.
Some time in her sleep, Crystal had kicked poor Dixie right off the bed, and the girl was now lying huddled into a ball on the ground, shivering from the cold occasionally.
It took Emilia a while to slowly shift the previously spread eagle heroine into a more manageable position. Thankfully, Crystal wasn't as strong as Dixie, or when she had clutched onto Emilia while she was trying to move her, things could have gotten a little awkward. After all, she couldn't just leave Dixie on the ground, could she?
Once the heroine had vacated half of the bed, Emilia scooped up her poor knight, and was just about to put her down when Crystal once again shifted to her previous diagonal spread eagle position.
Emilia's eyebrows twitched. 'I guess she's really possessive of her bed at night. How come this never happened before? I've been sleeping with her so many days, and she never kicked me off…'
So sure was she of the heroine's innocence, that Emilia even began to doubt her knight. 'Hmm… it can't be that Dixie tried to molest her, so she unconsciously kicked her off?'
Although it was just a conjecture, the more Emilia thought about it, the more it made sense. After all, Dixie had done the same to her before. And she couldn't possibly differentiate people in her sleep, could she?
Possessive as she was, Emilia of course felt a little upset when she thought about it. 'In this case, it's just right for her to sleep on the sofa! Hmph.'
If Dixie had been awake, she would have surely cried at the injustice of it all. When had she molested anyone but her princess?!
Of course, since it was a little colder in the living room, Emilia covered Dixie with a duvet.
But once she saw how lonely her knight looked, Emilia couldn't help but feel a little guilty. 'I-I can't be sure about what happened. It's wrong to blame her like this… Ah well, screw it. I'll cook her some good breakfast.'
Cynthia rolled her eyes at Emilia's back and forth. "See, this is why you shouldn't get too attached to others. If you kept them at a distance, you wouldn't have to worry so much."
Emilia hummed as she picked out a few oranges from the fridge. 'I can't help it, alright? They're so cute, they wormed their way to my heart before I knew it, ah! Would orange juice taste better if squeezed by hand, or should I just use the juicer?'
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Meanwhile, George had just woken up, and the first thing that came to his mind was the horrific, dead face of Michelle, along with her elongated arms and legs as they dangled over the 'corpse' of his brother.
"AAAAAAAHHHHHHH!"
Even if Jeoffery had really been dead, it was expected that he would still wake up from his brother's unholy screech. Not to mention now, when he had just been knocked out.
"Holy fuck! W-What happened?"
Unfortunately, instead of calming his younger brother down, the reanimation of Jeoffery's corpse only sent George into further panic.
The boy retreated rapidly as he rushed away and out of the apartment, not even caring as he slammed into multiple walls and even fall down twice in the staircase.
Jeoffery tried his best to catch the obviously crazed younger brother of his, but to no avail. Even if it hadn't been for all the alcohol in his system, he was still the less athletic of the two.
George's screeching did not stop throughout his escape, as his panicked mind subconsciously sought help. It was no surprise that even at this ungodly hour, a few of the neighboring apartments lit up as people got out, both out of annoyance and curiosity.
Jeoffery didn't know whether he should be enraged or relieved when a buff-looking boy cut off his brother's escape just before he left the apartment complex and knocked him out with a punch.
"Screaming about ghosts at three in the morning?! Fuck, you disturbed this daddy's sleep! I'll turn you into a fucking ghost!'"
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When Crystal finally woke up, she subconsciously felt that something wasn't right. These days, whenever her eyes opened, if she wasn't greeted with Emilia's gorgeous smile, she would be greeted with a sumptuous breakfast instead.
Today, however, her bed had neither a sleeping beauty nor a full breakfast tray, and Crystal couldn't help but panic for a moment before recalling the previous night. "O-Oh right, Dixie stayed over… I guess they must be out in the living room?"
One look at the clock, and it was still five in the morning, which was quite a bit earlier than she expected.
Unfortunately, when she entered the living room, there was still no sight of Emilia, and she only found her mother sipping a cup of coffee. "Good morning, mom."
"Ah, morning, Crystal. Uhm, Emilia left you a note on the table."
The blonde girl nodded, but before she could take a look at what was written, her mother sighed wistfully. "What's wrong, mom, sighing so early in the morning?"
Mrs. Miller shook her head with a smile. "N-Nothing, dear, you go on. I-I just didn't get proper sleep, I guess."
"Oh…"
As her daughter took the breakfast tray and Emilia's note back into her room, Mrs. Miller couldn't help but sigh again. Her daughter's two lovers had left on their own, without even letting the girl know other than a note. How could she not be concerned? "I should probably consult Mrs. Brown about this… she seems like someone who would know what to do in such a situation."
After all, Crystal was all that she had left, and if she didn't do everything she could to ensure the girl's future was happy, how could she call herself a good mother?
But this matter really was a little too complicated for someone like her to give advice on her own. If she wasn't careful, she might even end up hurting her daughter instead of helping her!
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~ To be continued ~
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