Heh-owed.

At the end of the banquet, this night, with a lovely voice, Rika Fujimaru rubbed her sleepy eyes and walked down the corridor of Chaldea.

It's cute.,Pajamas with hearts tattooed and cute little animal heads.,Orange-red hair is not braided.,Scattered casually.,Probably because I just woke up.,It looks very messy.。

The time is 0:37.

In general, Rika Fujimaru does not sleep so late.

She is the kind of girl who believes in the kind of sleep time that goes to bed early and wakes up early, and she sleeps early, and likewise, she gets up early. Take advantage of the morning when your mind is at its clearest – go play games.

Rika Fujimaru, who is accustomed to going to bed early, is naturally the first person to leave the banquet and go back to sleep.

But I don't know if it's because she's too excited, she can't sleep a little.

I'm bored.,Start playing the PSP that Yagi gave her before.,Although there's no game card.,But fortunately, there's still a game to play in the memory stick.,There are a lot of classic Japanese role-playing games to play.。 After hard work, young people gain bonds and challenge the evil gods to save the world, and this routine can be said to be enduring. Rika Fujimaru's games on weekdays are mainly galgames, and occasionally she also plays games with a lot of beautiful men. Generally speaking, I rarely touch this, and it's a bit of a novelty.

What's more, in Japanese-style games, it's always used to focus on the plot, and the plot is mainly sold, and this kind of game is like a novel that can be operated. The disadvantage is that there will always be a mood of "Ah, I'm playing, and I'll go to sleep after watching the plot below", and then time will ...... before I know it. Right?

Then I couldn't sleep.

I don't know if it's because I've played too many games? Or is it because I suddenly became quiet from the hustle and bustle, and I was a little uncomfortable? The more she lay in bed, the more she told herself to sleep, the more she couldn't sleep.

Moreover, the surroundings are so quiet...... It always gives her a ......

Kindness...... The feeling of suddenly focusing on a certain part......

Right...... Below the lower abdomen many and between the legs......

This is what biology calls bladder ......

She began to regret why she had to drink so much iced tea before going to bed.

It's all Yagi's senior's fault......

Because at the banquet, she couldn't drink alcohol, so she could only use iced tea instead, and she drank too many drinks, and now the disadvantages are finally showing.

With this vexatious condemnation mentality, she wandered her eyes and walked in the direction of the toilet. Although there are few similar descriptions in anime comic light novels, however, both men and women, as long as they are alive, need to excrete. This is the law of nature, and there is no reason why beautiful girls don't need to excrete.

But it's a pity that she didn't notice that she had just passed by a sign with a pink figure in a skirt painted on it, which normally means "women's toilet".

Staggering all the way, yawning, she staggered like a newborn kitten.

Until she saw some light in her eyes, she subconsciously leaned over.

It's no wonder that moths put out fires, and it seems that animals instinctively seek out places of light.

"Oh, really, people don't know how to be considerate at all."

A woman's voice rang out.

(Ah, it's a female voice...... ）

Fujimaru Rika thought so, her brain was dizzy, and she was sleepy while trying to find a toilet, and when she heard a woman's voice inside, she thought it was a toilet and walked in.

"Huh? Fujimaru Rika-kun, did you also come to steal supper? ”

In the restaurant that had been cleaned up, Leonardo da Vinci himself stood inside, holding the chicken that had been chilled out of the refrigerator and a large glass of beer.

The former is difficult to eat when it is cold, and the latter is the opposite, Da Vinci eats meat and drinks at the same time, in a superimposed state that is difficult to eat and very refreshing, and the degree of entanglement is almost the same as Schrödinger's.

During the banquet today, Leonardo da Vinci was busy adjusting the various machines of the Chaldea to ensure that they could perform the most basic performance, and as soon as the enthusiasm of the researchers came up, he didn't care about the time, and he came back to his senses at this point. She still saw the drunken Dr. Roman return to the control room, and before going to bed, he used the computer to try to scroll through the blog of Magic Merry-chan, and she realized that the banquet was over, and she had missed it perfectly.

So, there was a second drinking party with a full wine glass in her hand.

Opposite her, was the Holy Maiden, Miss Marda, who had closed the barrel valve.

"It's so late, and I've drunk too much to hurt my image."

Marda corrected her with some subtlety.

"Oh, what a rigid Miss Saint - so, is Fujimaru Rika-kun going to drink it too? Or do you want this? ”

She turned around and quipped Marda, who had advised her, and lifted the cold chicken and beer in her hand.

"Uh......h Toilet ......"

Fujimaru Rika just muttered this simple word, sometimes, the Sandman is really a very inexplicable thing, lying in bed just can't sleep, doing something will make you sleepy.

She muttered dreams and walked tremblingly. Da Vinci hurriedly put down the cup in his hand to support her, and the wooden eagle on his shoulder flew up like a living thing, circling, waiting for the time to fall on Da Vinci's shoulder again.

Marda also came over, and listened to her dreams, and guessed the truth of the matter: "Do you want to go to the bathroom?" I'll take her there. ”

To be honest, Maria had a similar thing when she was a child, but the situation at that time was that Maria was afraid of the dark and didn't dare to go to the toilet alone, which was not the same as the situation of Fujimaru Rika.

Although Da Vinci is now a daughter on the surface, but in his bones, he is an out-and-out old man, and he can't let the old man accompany the girl to the toilet, right? could only shrug his shoulders and teasing: "Then this task will be handed over to you, Miss Saint~"

Da Vinci saw that the only person who could persuade him was gone, so he opened the barrel that had just been closed, filled himself with beer, and took a big sip, only then did he let out a heroic, man-like gasp of pleasure, and the air was slightly filled with the smell of alcohol.

"This is the last master of mankind. But looking at the current situation, it's really unreliable. But—"

She shoved the chicken in her mouth and drank it down.

"That's more interesting~~ As an artist, I really want to see this kind of literary development, come on, little master. Then, anyway, the servant won't get drunk, so I'll laugh unceremoniously~"

Muttering, she ignored Marda's advice and reached for the barrel again, the night was still long, and she had plenty of time to experience the pleasure of drinking.