"It shouldn't be cold enough to freeze to death now."

After several days of work by Torvar, preparations were complete to fend off the cold and allow Ashies and me to share the same room.

First, the walls and floor were lined with insulation, and thermoregulating stones were installed in every corner. These stones detected cold and emitted heat as needed. On top of that, Torvar made a sleeping bag.

It was enough to block out most of the cold, though not entirely. A faint chill still crept in, much like sleeping in a tent with a sleeping bag in the dead of winter.

"Thank you. Thanks to you, I can sleep here now."

"Do you really want to go to such lengths just to sleep with her?"

"Obviously."

A night filled with a sentimental atmosphere, chatting warmly in the same room—what better way to raise intimacy levels?

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Someone like her, a slave to someone like you... There's no way a god exists in this world."

Hey now, I’ve done so much for my slaves—what more do you want from me? After all, her life is tied to mine.

Perhaps realizing that fact belatedly, Torvar awkwardly changed the topic.

"Still, you can’t live like this forever. This setup isn’t sustainable."

"True."

"I’ve been thinking of something that might work, though…"

My ears perked up at his words. If Torvar was proposing something for Ashies at this moment, I could already guess what it was.@@novelbin@@

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