After saying all this, Shiayar then patted the head of the golden-haired girl beside him, stood up, and prepared to leave.
However, as Shiayar stood and began walking towards the door of the training room, he felt a resistance coming from his clothes.
The miniature Sacred Spear had somehow turned around and hooked onto the hem of his garment.
Looking at the Sacred Spear, which clung to his clothes with seeming reluctance, Shiayar couldn't help but smile.
"I know."
He bent down and embraced the soft, delicate figure before him.
Then, he kissed the girl on the lips.
「...」
After a tender interlude of ten minutes, Shiayar once again appeared in the bathroom.
Indeed, this is always my home, he mused, surveying the familiar washroom and ceiling with a bitter smile.
