After the banquet, that night, Ritsuka Fujimaru rubbed her sleepy eyes and walked down the corridor of Chaldea with a cute voice.
She was wearing cute pajamas with heart-shaped tattoos and cute little animal heads. Her orange-red hair was not tied into braids and was hanging around casually. Probably because she had just woken up, she looked very messy.
The time is 0:37.
Generally speaking, Fujimaru Ritsuka would not sleep so late.
She is the kind of girl who believes in sleeping early and getting up early to have a good health schedule. She goes to bed very early and wakes up very early. She takes advantage of the time in the morning when her mind is clearest to play games.
Fujimaru Ritsuka, who was used to going to bed early, was naturally the first to leave the party and go back to bed.
But I don't know if it was because she was too excited that she couldn't sleep.
She was bored and started playing the PSP that Yagi had given her before. Although it did not have a game card, luckily there were games in the memory stick to play. There were many classic Japanese role-playing games to play. After hard work, the youngster gained bonds.
Challenging evil gods to save the world, this routine can be said to be enduring. The games Fujimaru Ritsuka plays on weekdays are mainly galgames. Occasionally, he also plays some games with many beautiful men. Generally speaking, he rarely comes into contact with this, which is a bit
Freshness.
What's more, in Japanese games, they are always accustomed to focusing on the plot and selling the story. This kind of game is like a novel that can be played. The disadvantage is that people always have a feeling of "Ah, I'm playing it, let's see."
I feel like going to sleep after watching the following plot, and then before I know it, time will... right?
Then I couldn't sleep.
I don't know if it's because she plays too many games? Or because she's a little uncomfortable with the sudden change from the hustle and bustle to quietness? She was lying on the bed, and the more she told herself to sleep, the more she couldn't sleep.
Moreover, being so quiet around... always makes her feel...
Hmm... the feeling of suddenly focusing on a certain part...
Yes...a lot under the lower abdomen, between the legs...
That is what is biologically called - bladder...
She began to regret why she had so much fun drinking so much iced black tea before going to bed.
It's all Yagi-senpai's fault...
Because at the banquet, she couldn't drink alcohol, so she had to drink iced black tea instead. After drinking too many drinks, the disadvantages finally appeared.
With this unreasonable condemnation mentality, she walked towards the toilet with blurred eyes. Although there are few similar descriptions in animated comics and light novels, no matter whether they are men or women, as long as they are alive, they need
Excretion. This is the law of nature. There is no reason why beautiful girls do not need to excrete.
But unfortunately, she was too sleepy to notice that she had just passed a sign with a small pink figure in a skirt painted on the metal sign. Under normal circumstances, this sign meant [women's restroom].
She staggered along and yawned as she walked, staggering like a newborn kitten.
Until she saw some bright light in her eyes, she subconsciously moved closer.
No wonder moths fly into the fire. It seems that animals are instinctively looking for bright places.
"Oh, it's true, no one knows how to be considerate at all."
A female voice sounded.
(Ah, it’s a female voice...)
Fujimaru Ritsuka thought so. She felt dizzy and wanted to find the toilet while feeling sleepy. When she heard a female voice inside, she thought it was a toilet and walked in.
"Hmm? Fujimaru Ritsuka-kun, are you here for a late-night snack too?"
In the restaurant that had been cleaned up, Leonardo da Vinci stood there, taking out the cold chicken from the refrigerator and a large glass of beer.
The former is unpalatable after being cold, while the latter is just the opposite. Leonardo da Vinci was eating meat and drinking wine at the same time, in a superimposed state of being unpalatable and very happy. The degree of entanglement is almost the same as that of Schrödinger.
During today's banquet, Leonardo da Vinci was busy adjusting Chaldea's various machines to ensure that they could perform their most basic functions. Once the researcher's enthusiasm rose, he no longer cared about the time. When he came to his senses, it was already
That's it. She still saw the drunk Dr. Roman returning to the control room and using the computer to browse Magical Merry-chan's blog before going to bed. Only then did she realize 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 is the saint, Miss Martha, who closes the valve of the barrel.
"It's so late and drinking too much will harm your image."
Martha corrected her somewhat subtly.
"Oh, you are such a rigid Saintess——so, Fujimaru Ritsuka-kun, do you want to drink too? Or do you want this?"
She turned around and teased Martha, who was admonishing her, and raised the cold chicken and beer in her hands.
"Ugh...toilet..."
Fujimaru Ritsuka just muttered these simple words. Sometimes, Sandman is really a very inexplicable thing. He just can't fall asleep when he lies in bed, and he becomes sleepy when he does anything.
She muttered in her sleep and walked tremblingly. Da Vinci quickly put down the cup in his hand to help her. The wooden eagle on his shoulders spread its wings and flew up like a living creature, circling, waiting to land on Da Vinci again.
When it comes to shoulders.
Martha also came over, listening to her murmurings, and guessed the whole story: "Do you want to go to the bathroom? I'll take her there."
To be honest, similar things happened to Maria when she was a child, but the situation at that time was that Maria was afraid of the dark and did not dare to go to the toilet alone, which was different from the situation of Fujimaru Ritsuka.
Although Leonardo Da Vinci is now a girl on the surface, he is really a man in his heart. You can't let a man go to the toilet with a girl, right? He can only shrug and joke: "Then this task will be handed over to me."
Here it is, Miss Saint~"
Seeing that the only person who could persuade him was gone, Da Vinci opened the wine barrel that had just been closed, filled himself with beer, took a big gulp, and then let out a heroic and manly breath.
There was a sound, and there was a slight smell of alcohol in the air.
"This is the last master of mankind. But looking at the current situation, he is really unreliable. But-"
She stuffed the chicken in her mouth into her mouth and drank it all in one gulp.
"This is more interesting~~ As an artist, I still want to see this kind of highly literary development. Come on, little Master. Well, the servant will not be drunk anyway, so I'm not polite.
Thank you~"
Muttering like this, she ignored Martha's advice and reached into the wine barrel again. The night was still long, and she had plenty of time to experience the pleasure of drinking.