Onean was very pleased by her own handiwork, but at the same time, she was beginning to feel a little sorry for Erwin. She pulled out a small handkerchief from her pocket, then began to dab at the drool that was flowing down from the corners of Erwin's mouth. Erwin was thoroughly enjoying the feeling of Onean's fingertips gently skimming over his face, and he couldn't help but look down at her alluring figure. At the same time, he caught a whiff of her irresistible fragrance, and he felt as if he had already died and gone to heaven.

"Can you behave? If you keep this up, you won't be able to stop drooling!" Onean glared at Erwin with a displeased expression.

Well, whose fault is that? Erwin thought to himself in an indignant manner.

"The bitterweed potion is a little strong, but it can help alleviate your pain. You were the one complaining about how much your injuries hurt!" Onean consoled in a gentle voice. "Once the potion sets in, you'll be able to sleep for a while."

Erwin was unable to say anything at the moment, but on the inside, he was extremely grateful. He didn't think that the princess would be willing to look after him so thoroughly. This was already the second time that he had been saved by her, and if it weren't for her, he would've already been crippled or worse. His thoughts then turned to Lana, and he couldn't help but wonder exactly what was going through her mind.

A short while later, the bitterweed potion took effect, and he fell into a deep sleep. By the time he woke up again, he was feeling significantly better. The pain in his internal organs had already faded, but for some reason, he was absolutely ravenous. He took a glance at the time to find that it was already past 9 PM, but there should've been some food stalls that were still open.

The princess seemed to be quite tired as well, and she was sleeping on the sofa, curled up into a ball, with the magic potion book under her head acting as a pillow. She appeared to be sleeping quite soundly, with a faint smile on her face and a few drops of moisture on her soft eyelashes, and Erwin was rather hesitant about whether he should wake her up.

"Seeing as you can already get out of bed on your own, it looks like my magic potion worked quite well," Onean said as she stretched lazily, but her eyes remained closed.

"You didn't fall asleep? Erwin asked."

Onean didn't reply to his question. Instead, she opened her eyes to take a glance at Erwin, then instructed, "Go and pack up the utensils and magic ingredients outside."

Erwin heaved a faint sigh, but did as he was told, leaving the tent to pack up all of the magic ingredients and potion brewing utensils outside.

"But I'm hungry," Erwin complained with a disgruntled expression.

"You can eat after you're done packing up." Onean was flipping through the pages of her book again, clearly not paying much attention to Erwin's protests.

Thus, Erwin could only heave a forlorn sigh as he continued packing up.

By the time Erwin emerged from the tent where injured contestants were treated, he was carrying a pair of rucksacks. The personnel from the tournament committee initially wanted to approach him to assess his injuries again, but they quickly decided against it when they saw that he was accompanied by the princess.

"This stuff is so heavy! I almost died a day ago! How could you be so cruel?" Erwin complained as he trudged along.

"Well, you're not gonna make me carry this stuff, are you?" Onean asked.

"We could just store this stuff in the tent that I rented. If I have to carry all this stuff, I'll faint from hunger before we even get to the food stalls," Erwin said with a resigned expression.

"Fine, it's up to you."

Thus, Erwin led Onean to the rented tent, and only after entering the tent did he discover that Larwood and the others were all present.

"Man, you really are a devious little rascal! How come you always end up being treated by the princess whenever you get injured? If you ask me, you must be faking your injuries!" Chase could tell just from a single glance at Erwin that he was already largely recovered from his injuries, and Larwood and Kaiba were also looking on with sly grins.

Immediately thereafter, Onean strode into the tent as well.

"Your Highness!" Larwood instantly spotted her before extending a respectful salute, quickly followed by Kaiba.

Chase panicked for a brief moment as he thought back to what he had just said, but he also scrambled to extend a respectful bow.

Onean's expression remained unchanged as she nodded at everyone in acknowledgment, while Erwin was forcibly suppressing his own laughter as he looked at Chase, to the point that his face had turned bright red.

Onean turned around to glare at him with a displeased expression.

Larwood and the others knew that they were clearly superfluous here, and they immediately made up an excuse to leave, thereby leaving the tent to Onean and Erwin.

"Let's go and have some food," Erwin said as he set down the two rucksacks onto the ground.

"So this is where you normally live?" Onean asked as she inspected her surroundings with a curious expression.

"Yes. It's too much of a hassle to go in and out of the city, so this is a lot more convenient."

Onean nodded in response. "You can go get some food by yourself, I want to take a nap. Which bed are you sleeping on?"

Erwin's eyes widened in shock upon hearing this. 

Is our relationship progressing this quickly? Was I being too conservative? 

"It looks like somebody wants to have another dose of my magic potion!" Onean threatened before yawning with a weary expression.

"Ah, no, not at all! I sleep on this bed," Erwin hurriedly replied as he pointed out his bed. "Have a good rest, Your Highness."

Onean didn't even bother to offer a reply as she collapsed onto the bed, then yawned once again before quickly falling asleep.

Erwin took a glance at the thin material of her dress, then heaved a faint sigh as he helped her take off her boots before tucking her in under the blankets. He had thought that she would wake up as he was taking off her shoes, but she was sleeping very soundly and didn't seem to have noticed what he was doing at all. It seemed that brewing magic potions was quite an exhausting task.

Before leaving the tent for food, he took another glance back at Onean on the bed, and it didn't feel right to just leave her like this. Thus, he set up a few simple magic traps at the entrance of the tent before departing. He hadn't learned any advanced magic traps yet, so he could only make up for the lack of quality with quantity.

After that, he didn't go very far and grabbed something to eat from a nearby food stall. He was quite relieved to find that none of the magic traps had been triggered upon his return, and he had to undo the traps one by one like an idiot.

After entering the tent, he sat down on the side of the bed to stare at Onean's exceptional beauty in silence. Being in her presence, he couldn't help but feel a special sense of closeness to her.

Even so, I'm going to eat you up sooner or later! Erwin thought to himself with a lustful expression, then sat onto the sofa to flip through the pages of "Laws of Time and Space".

The night passed by in a peaceful fashion.

By the time Erwin got up the next day, Onean was already nowhere to be seen. He stared blankly at his own blankets, which had already been neatly folded, and even the two rucksacks were gone as well.

"So she leaves right after sleeping here. How cold," Erwin said with a wry smile. Having said that, he had slept exceptionally well the night before, so he was in a very good mood.

He sat down on his bed and began to carefully think back through the memories of the past week of competition, and he felt like he had experienced more than what most people would experience in an entire lifetime. However, given his personality, he knew that there was a very low chance that he would participate in the tournament for a second time.

Many years in the future, people would come to realize that the 29th edition of the Pillow Sword Tournament was by far the most spectacular edition in history, not just because of all of the outstanding contestants participating in the tournament, but more so due to the fact that the 29th Pillow Sword Tournament would go on to have a significant impact on the state of the entire continent. Furthermore, it was the only edition of the Pillow Sword Tournament that was left unconcluded.

After getting up, Erwin had some food to eat, then made his way to the contestants' area while humming a joyful tune to check out the matchups for the day. To his surprise, he bumped into someone familiar, namely the baguette man.

The baguette clearly still harbored a lot of enmity toward Erwin, but at the same time, he also seemed to be extremely wary of Erwin, constantly sneaking cautious glances at Erwin out of the corners of his eyes.

Erwin took a look at the name of his opponent for the day to find that it was Brad Shett, a very unfamiliar name. However, judging from the baguette's expression, it seemed that he and this Brad Shett were one and the same.

"So my match is the first one of the day," Erwin sighed as he looked up at the matchup board.

Right at this moment, Onean's voice rang out from behind him. "Looks like you slept quite well last night."

"I'm sure you know better than anyone else how I slept last night, Your Highness," Erwin said as he turned around to face Onean with a suggestive expression.

Onean faltered slightly upon hearing this, following which a faint blush appeared on her face as she complained, "You're always trying to get the better of someone with your words!"

"Oh, are you saying that I should speak less and do more with my actions? Looks like I really was too conservative last night," Erwin sighed as he feigned a remorseful expression.

However, at the same time, he was thinking to himself, You think that I don't know that you didn't actually fall asleep last night? You're significantly underestimating me if you think you can lure me in with those little tricks of yours!

Onean made the wise decision to disengage herself from this war of words. In any case, she was already used to Erwin's personality, so she was no longer bothered by it. She dragged Erwin away to the side, then cast a subtle glance at the baguette as she said in a quiet voice, "That's your opponent for the next round."

Just as Erwin expected, the baguette was indeed Brad Shett. "I don't know why, but it feels like he's very hostile toward me."

"You'll have to ask that question yourself," Onean said as she looked at Erwin with a cold smile.

"How would I know the answer to that question?" Erwin asked with a puzzled expression.

"Don't play dumb with me! You know exactly what you did," Onean said with a cold glare.

"But I don't!" Erwin countered in a resigned manner.

"Do you really need me to spell it out for you? Who was the one intentionally making fun of his appearance in front of Miss Lana that day?" Onean asked with a displeased pout.

"Hey, I couldn't help it, it was just an instinctive reaction," Erwin said in an exasperated voice.

"Alright, whatever you say." Onean made no attempt to argue. "However, it only makes sense that he harbors resentment toward you considering you embarrassed him in front of the woman of his heart."

"How do you know he has feelings for Lana?" Erwin asked with a curious expression.

"Throughout the course of that one meal alone, he was constantly stealing glances at Miss Lana," Onean explained in a calm voice.

"You really are observant, Your Highness," Erwin sighed. Truth be told, even without being told, he could already tell that the baguette clearly had feelings for Lana.

Onean ignored him as she continued, "Now that I think about it, the circumstances behind this are a little strange. Brad isn't of noble upbringing, so how did he manage to come into contact with Byron and the Lazaar siblings? According to my knowledge, Byron, Lana, and Jeff are all extremely proud people, so there's no way they would allow commoners to enter their circle."

"If that really is the case, then it's truly a little suspicious that they would be dining together at the same table," Erwin mused with a contemplative expression. "Perhaps he has some ties to the True Light Church?"