“How long did we sleep?”

“For just over an hour.”

“Ugh, that’s quite a lot,” Rosaria said, stretching with a massive yawn. Naturally, her armpits were exposed, and her chest was prominently highlighted, but nobody nearby seemed to care—not even Rosaria herself.

Next to her, Priscilla was still nodding off, her face showing that she hadn’t quite woken up yet. Meanwhile, Laura and Elisier were wiping off the remaining sun oil from their bodies with the help of two maids.

Although Nika was technically an equal in the Eternal Guild, she secretly preferred being treated as a subordinate.

Mira and the other four were incredibly close, and if she were treated as a friend too, the titles would become all tangled. Whether she was Nika or Yustera, it felt more comfortable for her to be in a subordinate role.

That way, she could truly feel like she belonged to her master.