The elves giggled mischievously as he strode past them in the hallway. They whisper to each other's ears about what had happened at the bathhouse. Annoyed, Ash turned at them in a sudden, causing the young elves to scurry away.
Ash couldn't help but to massage his nose bridge. Ignoring the commotion behind him, he opted to head straight to his private room, hoping that he would get a proper rest. However, it seemed like he jinxed it too soon.
As he opened the door, his sight was blessed with an otherworldly scene of the golden haired elf who lay in the bed while posing her lascivious body while wearing nothing but a thin, white blanket over her body.
"Elara?" Ash shut the door behind him. "Why are you here?"
Instead of answering him, Elara moved a little bit to the side, inviting him to lay down beside her by tapping the bed. Obviously, Ash had no power to ignore it. After what Sylphy had told him earlier, he knew the assignment right away.
