Heavenly Castle

Sitting on the bed, Yanual roared.

"... amazing"

Yuri leans her neck toward Januar, who said so.

"What is it?

When Yanual turned to that question, Yuri, sitting on the other bed, was blinking in her bathrobe.

Yanual sighs when he sees it and looks at his body.

Yanual was also in a bathrobe. The spotless white bathrobe seems soft to see.

"... even in these odd clothes. Probably the indoor clothes used for sleeping, but they are very soft. What is this material?"

"In fluffy animal fur?

That's what Yuri asked back as she stroked the surface of the bathrobe she was wearing.

"It doesn't seem that way... but it does. Even in this bed, it's unusual. I'll play it. If it's normal, we'll just sink in and we're done, right? And I don't feel hardness at all."

When Yanual says so sitting or standing in bed, Yuri also puts her hands on the bed.

"Looking forward to sleeping comfortably"

"Um, right. But one piece of cloth is very unusually delicate and twitchy, but you can't even think about it."

That said, when Januar was checking the sheets and duvet covers with light, Yuri snuck into the bed and duvet.

"That's right. Ask Lord Tyki tomorrow. Okay, I'm going to sleep now. Good night, Brother Yanual."

His eyes narrowed just to make him feel good, and when Yuri said so, Yanual blinked his eyes and turned his face.

"Hmm? Are you going to bed now? Well, I know what you want to see asleep early in this bed. I'll go to bed soon, too. [M] Good night, Yuri."

"Guh."

If you noticed, Yuri stood a small sleep in the seconds of things. Yanual marvels at it and opens his mouth.

"Are you asleep already? Yuri always goes to bed fast."

Saying so as impressed, Yanual looks up at the ceiling. All the lighting on all sides of the ceiling and floor was indirect, but the interior was quite bright.

"... it would be better if it were a little darker, but I don't know how to turn that light off"

That's how he squeals, gets up, and walks around indoors.

"Touch this silver plate... it's a bathroom light. This way at the entrance..."

Learning how to use touch-type lighting, Yanual was searching for a switch that could be touched while touring the room.

And I finally notice a white switch mounted in the cabinet just next to the bed.

"What, this white protrusion..."

Strangely frowning, Yanual pushed it unconstitutionally.

Patchouli and a small noise sound and at the same time the indirect lighting on the ceiling goes out.

"Oh......!

Yanual raised his voice of joy and looked around.

"I see... are you only lighting the floor so thin, uninterrupted, and walkable? What a nuanced consideration…"

I gently dive into the futon whining about such a dialogue.

"Come on, I'm looking forward to tomorrow. If you don't get some sleep soon...... Grr"

He was a Yanual who had something to say with a ravenous look, but was quickly invited to the world of sleep.

"Nooo... what the hell is this warm wind coming out of?"

With the hairdryer in his hand, Dizen squeaks so with a wrinkle between his eyebrows.

The time had already gone around two o'clock in the night and four hours had passed since the Yanual brothers and sisters had slept.

After dinner, it was Dizen who entered the assigned room earlier than anyone else, but he continues to explore the room without showing any signs of sleeping at all.

"What kind of magic can I use to make such a substitute..."

That's what I say, then I put the dryer by the bed and look around.

"It's just strange stuff. I don't even know how to use it. Why does the bathroom also sound music... no, although it does feel good"

After I said that, I now turned my attention to the cabinet I keep beside my bed.

Press the white switch and turn off the indirect lighting on the ceiling.

"Gone."

Meanwhile, when the white switch is pressed, the indirect lighting of the ceiling lights up this time.

"lit"

Dizen wrinkled between his eyebrows again.

"... there was no shaking, but even when it disappeared, it disappeared without any brightness. On the contrary, when it gets brighter, it's at its best in an instant. Definitely not like an oil lamp."

He roars and tilts his head as he presses the white switch over and over his heel.

After checking the switch again, Dizen finally realized that the bottom of the cabinet would open.

It was a glossy grey box that showed up.

"What, this"

On the front of the box there is a one-way door, and some handles are like picking with your fingers. No hesitation, Ditzen grabbed the handle.

When the door is opened, the inside of the box becomes bright and cold air leaks out.

"Th, cold......!?

Dizen's discovery of the refrigerator confirmed the whole night.