Chapter 226
"Well then, Clael-sama. Good night."
"Yes, good night."
And thus, the enjoyable yet disastrous dinner ca to an end.
That night, they parted ways, and Clael took a carriage taxi to drop Reina off at the shrine before returning to the staff dormitory.
By the ti he arrived at the dorm, it was already close to midnight.
The guard standing outside let him through with a face pass, and he headed to his room.
"I'm ho—"
"Kuma kuma."
"Ah, thanks for watching the place."
The plushie bear greeted Clael as he returned ho.
The bear, who had co all the way to the entrance, was even wearing an apron courteously.
Clael let out a sigh and closed the door, making sure to lock it properly.
"Good grief......"
"Kuma?"
Seeing Clael looking sowhat exhausted, the bear tilted its head curiously.
"Ah... sothing a bit troubleso happened. But I didn't get hurt or anything, so don't worry."
"Kuma—kuma kuma."
"Yeah, you're right. I'll just take a shower and go to bed early today."
When Clael took off his tuxedo, the bear took it from him.
By tomorrow, it would probably be washed and even ironed. As always, Clael was impressed at what a truly capable and excellent bear it was.
Clael entered the bathroom, took a shower, and quickly got into bed.
"Haa... today was really sothing..."
He never imagined he'd experience being attacked by terrorists.
He missed dessert two tis in a row, and maybe Clael was just unlucky.
(Rather than bad luck, maybe he's just used it all up on sothing else... well, who knows.)
After all, being reincarnated in another world is an extrely rare experience.
It might be inevitable that he carries a fate more unusual than others.
(I an, I t my favorite heroine and got to raise her. It's not surprising if my luck is a bit worse in other areas.)
With that reasoning, Clael convinced himself... and decided to drift off to sleep.
But... just before he fully fell asleep, sothing popped into his mind.
"Ah, I didn't pay."
Co to think of it... he hadn't paid at the restaurant.
Apparently, he had unintentionally dined and dashed.
With all that panic, it felt like he might be forgiven for not paying... but it was a high-end restaurant.
The amount was enough to feel guilty about skipping out on, and since he had made a reservation, they definitely knew his na.
(Given what happened, they probably won't co to collect... but still.)
Lying in bed, Clael groaned, "Ugh..."
Even if he left it unpaid, it probably wouldn't be a problem.
In fact, since they'd let a terrorist in due to a security issue, they might even send an apology.
"Well, what's done is done. I'll just send the money by mail..."
There's no point in agonizing over sothing that's already happened.
It'd be troubleso if they started asking a bunch of questions... so he'd just mail the money.
He decided never to go near that restaurant again and to pay for the al indirectly.
"Now that that's settled... ti to sleep..."
He had the day off tomorrow.
Lately, both work and personal life had been hectic.
He decided to spend the day relaxing for the first ti in a while.
With that decision in his heart, Clael finally set off for the world of dreams.
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