After we drank the orange juice, I still didn't know her name. I asked her, "Well, after all that, I still don't catch your name…"
"Catch my name? Ah, you mean you still don't know me…" She turned her body to me, showed a little bow, and said, "Let me introduce myself properly; my name is Orla Quinn."
"Orla Quinn…Do I call you Orla or Quinn?"
"You may call me Orla…"
"Orla, get it... Let me introduce myself; my name is Darya."
"Darya…That's an odd name…" Immediately, she seemed to have something on her mind, and at once, her face was in front of mine, "Tell me, Darya! Why did the Saintess quickly respond to meeting you in here?"
Again, I pushed her face away from mine and said, "She is just an acquaintance, or maybe I could say I only met her once."
Her face became more shocked, and she said, "Once? And she just happened to take an interest in you…" Again, she suddenly leaned her face towards mine. "What about you, need to arrange the meeting between the Demon Lord and the Saintess? Had you met the Demon Lord?"
And again, I pushed her face away and said, "If you need to ask something, just stop leaning your face towards mine." She pulled her face back, and I continued, "About arranging the meeting, I need to meet the Demon Lord, and for your next question, yes, I have met them twice."
The woman's eyes widened in surprise as she processed my response. "Twice?" she repeated, clearly intrigued. I nodded…
"So that's why the Lord of the Realm wanted to meet you."
I looked at her towel, and I stood up from my seat. I walked to it and grabbed it. As I walked out of there to bring the towel to the washroom, suddenly she asked me where I would go. I answered to bring back her towel to the washroom, and she was just sitting on the chair. As I walked away, she was still sitting on the chair with a glass of orange juice in her hand.
While I was in the washroom, I kept looking and gripping her towel. My mind was everywhere, as my imagination went everywhere. Out of the blue, I felt a shiver and heard a voice beside my ear, "Do it!". Immediately, I turned my head back to see that there was nobody there, so was it only in my mind, or was there someone in here with me? I decided to put the towel in the basket and went out of the washroom.
As I turned my head towards the counter, I saw that Orla wasn't there. I walked towards the counter, slowly. I could hear some noises from behind the counter. Surprise, surprise, I saw Orla crouched down.
I asked, "What are you doing down there?"
She looked up, said, "I am just wondering this," and pointed at the ice refrigerator.
"What makes you wonder that?"
She stood up and replied, "I thought I heard something strange coming from inside."
Ah! Well, sometimes that refrigerator emits some noise because it's an old refrigerator. I said, "Well, the sound you have heard where that thing is refilling its magic…" Let's just play her.
Her eyes were wide open as she listened intently. "Magic?" she asked, intrigued.
I nodded, playing along with her curiosity. "Yes, the magic that makes some ices, so the drinks are cold…"
She smiled and said, "Are you the son of the goddess or what?"
The hell! "What did you just ask?"
She walked out from the counter, went to the front of it, and sat in the seat. "Well, you have a lot of things that intrigue and amaze me, so I was just wondering."
"I will take that as a compliment. How about you take a rest?"
"Ah, yes, where is my room in here?"
Well, I don't know how to place her in here; this place only has one room. "How about you sleep back there?" I pointed at the back, where there was a barefoot section with some big pillows.
"WHAT!?" She was shocked and continued, "That doesn't sound very comfortable. Is there anywhere else I can sleep?"
"Unfortunately, I don't have any room for you…"
"Then, how about my clothes? Where do I place them?" She walked towards me, and her face in front of mine, "Do you want to place my clothes in my trunk? Is there any wardrobe? Or something else? To place my clothes?"
I hesitated for a moment, then said, "Alright alright, just stop poking your face in front mine." She stepped back, and I continued, "You may use my room, and I can sleep back there…"
She smiled, and I gestured for her to follow me. We went upstairs to my room. As we entered my room, I felt something in my spine, which I knew. I saw her face, astonished and stoned, and I counted in my head.
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6…And immediately, again, her face was in front of mine, and she said, "ARE YOU A NOBLE OR ROYAL? OR MAYBE YOU—"
Before she finished her sentence, I just put my hand on her face and pushed it, "Just stop it!"
"I am just a regular person, nothing special," I replied firmly. She looked taken aback, but she seemed not to believe it, "What do you mean by regular person, ha? Look at that! Your bed is different from what I had seen across all kingdoms…" She went to every corner of the room and said, "This! This! This! This! This!" and came back to me, "What the heck is that? And you said you're just a regular person; I am not buying that."
Huh? Maybe agreeing to Muranu's terms is the worst thing, and seeing her, I just don't believe she sleeps in here; she will be touching everything. I said, "Whether you believe it or not, it's not my business." I walked to my wardrobe in the room, I opened it, and I tried to tidy up so there would be a space for her. I turned back and said to her, "There, it must have some space for your clothes…" With that, I walked towards the door, and as I was in front of the door, her trunk was flying in front of the door. She said, "Regular person, huh?"
Before I left, I said to her, "Just don't make the room a mess!" And I made a way so the trunk could go in. As I closed the door behind me, I couldn't help but wonder, would it be alright to let someone like her sleep in my room, where I keep all my personal belongings?
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