<Chapter 50>

"No, stop!"

Pulling someone’s blanket away is more intrusive than one might think.

Even if you're fully clothed, having your blanket yanked off feels as though some unspeakable line has been crossed.

Viretta resisted for a moment, but Ranken was unquestionably stronger. Despite his laid-back demeanor, he was still a mercenary who knew how to wield a sword.

Without giving her a chance to protest, Ranken pulled the blanket off her and climbed onto the narrow bed. Startled, Viretta sat upright, covering herself with her arms.

"How dare you pull a lady's blanket away like that, even …