I Became the World’s Strongest Without Fighting~ All the Beautiful, Cheat-Class Girls Are Courting Me Because of My [Love] Skill~ - Chapter 40 - Sleeping With Misha 1

Chapter 40 – Sleeping With Misha 1

I looked up at the ceiling.

“……”

The location is room 302 of the inn, which is my room. I lie sprawled on the bed.

It’s been like this since I left the royal castle and came back to my room. I think I caused trouble for everyone because I couldn’t understand what they were talking about very well.

I ate the meal that Rin bought for me, the one on duty for tonight is Misha. I already took a bath, it’s Misha’s turn now. I’m waiting for that.

“What should I do”

Perhaps Fendel-san’s wish will not come true. Since the kingdom is planning to publicly execute the serial killer with such strong consideration for the people, my level of advice won’t do anything.

I’m sure Cesia and the others will be able to stop it. But that’s not a fundamental solution.

“I have to report to Fendel-san.”

To be honest, execution is probably unavoidable. It’s just a difference between being executed in private or in public.

Killing thirteen unrelated people is too cruel. I can’t say I’m in favor of executions, but even if it’s decided, I think it can’t be helped.

But first we have to catch the killer. It’s not a discussion until we determine if he has the skill. That’s what we should focus on, and we can think about the execution later.

“About what?”

Misha suddenly appeared, as if peering in from outside of my field of vision.

Drops of water dripped from her hair. She hasn’t wiped it properly.

“It’s cold, Misha. Wipe yourself properly.”

“Misha wants Rito to dry her hair, so Misha just squeezed it out.”

She was holding a hair dryer in front of her chest.

Even if she wants me to dry her hair, it seems like it would be better to wipe her hair first. I think…

“If it’s this wet, Rito will dry Misha’s hair longer.”

I see. Both her actions and the way she conveys things are very Misha-like.

“I’ll wipe you, so have a towel ready.”

“…!!”

Misha’s eyebrows rose and she was clearly in a good mood. She pitter-pattered away into the hallway, then returned with a towel in hand.

I got up and stood behind a chair.

“Hmm.”

“Huh?”

Misha placed the dryer on the table, sat on the chair, lifted her hips while simultaneously lifting the chair, turned halfway to face me, then sat back down again.

“Y-you’re facing me?”

“Misha can’t?”

It’s not that she can’t, but… It’s making it harder for me.

Of course, wiping her hair is one thing, but when our gazes meet, it just feels uncomfortable.

“Well… Okay.”

“Yay!”

Misha lifted her face a bit, placed her hands between her thighs, and leaned forward.

With that action, I realized something that wasn’t good.