"Haa.... this isn't good—she's still freezing over," Leonhart muttered before slipping his hands underneath Sylvie's shoulders and legs and lifting her in the princess carry. Worried she might be in danger, he couldn't leave her like this.
The moment he did, his seed dripped from her crotch, creating a trail as he headed to the enormous bathroom that Zafira had made with a Roman-style bath.
The low-walled, deep bath filled with searing hot water.
'It's amazing...'
Special mana stones she purchased would permanently keep the water hot and clean, filtering any dirt, skin or things that weren't water.
He found the entire thing to be quite beautiful, with several seated showers and a place to sit in a steaming tub of sorts. He wondered how Zafira managed it—but then realised that she was originally a princess from the Demon Empire. The expensive taste and style were obviously something she knew well.
"Just a minute, Sylvie..."
"Nn... it feels good in your arms."
