Godou woke up the next morning, not quite as groggy as he would have expected given the intense physical activity he had engaged in the night before, and feeling quite refreshed.

He noticed that Erica wasn't in the bed and got nervous when he spotted her evening gown strewn on the floor.

After throwing on his t-shirt from last night he walked around the room and glanced over at the balcony.

What he saw from his one glance made his face turn bright red.

From behind the thin curtains he could see Erica - completely nude and exposed - performing intense calisthenics just outside.

"Erica!" he shouted as he spun around to avoid looking at the erotic sight. "Put some clothes on! Everyone can see!"

After a brief pause, Erica's response finally came.

"Ah, you're up Godou!" she said back. "I'm nearly done so why don't you go check to see if breakfast has arrived yet."

He knew no amount of arguing would keep her from whatever it was she was trying to do, so he scampered for the front door in search of the breakfast.

Upon opening the door he found that breakfast had already been left for them. A cart of several plates with fruit, pastries, and a variety of juices were waiting and giving off an enticing smell.

Great service. Godou thought to himself as he pulled the cart inside.

He was startled when he saw Erica was waiting right there, still as nude as before and making no efforts to cover herself as she hopped over to the cart and grabbed a bagel.

"Erica!" Godou shouted.

"Hmm? What's the problem Godou?" she asked innocently while spreading cream cheese over the sliced bagel.

"Please! Put some clothes on! Anyone can see!" he shouted while averting his gaze from her.

Erica frowned and took a bite of her bagel.

"See what?"

"See your… womanhood," he replied.

Godou then felt two strong arms wrap around his waist with a body pinned to his like glue.

"But it's my birthday Godou! Shouldn't I start my morning in the clothes I was born with?"

She was warm, and her body was pillowy against his skin.

"Well Godou?

"Don't you have something you wanted to tell me...?"

He gulped.

"Uhh… Happy Birthday Erica!" he said.

"Ha, why thank you my king. Coming from you it is a true honor to celebrate this day," she replied teasingly.

"No problem. Now can you please get dressed!"

His answer came as Erica removed herself from his body and began walking out of the room.

The relieved Godou opened his eyes and turned his gaze back forward but not before getting a jaw-dropping look at her behind as she left the room.

"…sigh… I can never understand that woman," he said under his breath as he poured himself some juice and grabbed a croissant.

She had forced him to come here after all and was treating him like a servant. He wasn't about to give into temptation just because they were safe from prying eyes.

After applying some butter to the flaky pastry he took a bite and turned back to the hallway. He could tell from the sounds coming from Erica's bedroom that she was putting her clothes on and doing her other lady things.

Several minutes later, Erica emerged wearing a red, sleeveless button-down shirt, a white miniskirt and blue sandals.

Godou could not help but notice that the top few buttons of the shirt were undone and were showing off a good portion of Erica's cleavage.

Moving his gaze down to her waist he saw that the skirt was slightly shorter than their school uniforms, ending at a fairly high point up her muscular thighs. To the sides the skirt was form-fitted to a perfect outline of her curves.

That mischievous grin returned to her face as she noticed how Godou was staring at her.

"What do you think Godou?" she asked. For added effect, she did a quick twirl, "Do I look enough like a woman only the Godslayer himself could have?"

Godou remained speechless at her enticing appearance.

She giggled as she walked over to Godou and grabbed him by the arm.

"I'll take your silence as a yes."

Erica began nuzzling his shoulder.

"So, what did you get me?" she asked.

"Huh?"

"My gift - what did you get me?"

"Uh, well…I…"

Erica rolled her eyes and sighed. She patted him on the head dismissively.

"It's alright, I figured your dull-boy mind wouldn't be able to come up with a present suitable for me.

"So I made arrangements in advance to get your present to me myself!"

Godou scratched his head.

Deciding to play along Godou asked, "So… what did I get you for your birthday Erica?"

Her eyes practically glowed as she giggled and replied.

"Only a day-long trip at the most exclusive resort for the rich, regal and magical in the entire world: The Isle of Kings."

"Wow, that sounds… great," he replied, pretending to be enthused.

Erica scowled.

"Don't tell me you haven't even heard of the Isle of Kings!"

"Umm… well…"

"Gah! You're insufferable Godou!" she roared.

"The Isle of Kings is an island resort where the most famous and wealthy people in the world go to relax - without the prying eyes of common people.

"Only the wealthiest and most influential royals, executives, athletes, models, actors and magic-users are invited, and even fewer can leave before begging to stay."

"Wow, that sounds like an incredible place Erica," Godou said wearily. "So how do we get there?"

Erica smirked

"It's location is a secret and they employ powerful magicians to keep the island hidden from anyone and anything that does not have an invitation.

"However, once you procure an invitation, you need merely to designate a spot and a helicopter will take you to the island."

As if on cue, the sound of an approaching aircraft began to buzz in Godou's ears.

"Well what do you know!" Erica exclaimed gleefully. She grabbed Godou's hand and pulled him onto the balcony. "It looks like they're right on time!"

The helicopter was getting closer, flying close to the window and creating a powerful gust of wind.

They watched as the helicopter flew towards the roof of the hotel, where the sound of whirling blades soon ceased.

"Looks like it's time to go Godou!" she said playfully.

Erica made a beeline for the door while Godou stood there in confusion.

"Wait, we're leaving now?" he asked. "Don't you want to get some things to pack or bring some food along?"

"There's no need!" Erica called back once she was out of sight. "The island will provide us with everything we need."

Godou sighed deeply before running after Erica.

But he soon realized that the Italian girl must have been using her magic to enhance her speed, because she was out of sight and through the door to the roof as soon as he exited their room.

He ran after her, fearful that she would do something foolish if she was out of his sight for too long.

After a sprint up the stairs, he arrived at the roof to find Erica already climbing into the helicopter.

Godou simply shook his head before running into the aircraft and strapping in.

Only after he was seated did he realize that the short run had left him out of breath.

"What took you so long?" she asked the panting God-slayer. "And how on earth are you tired?"

When Godou refused to answer, Erica merely rolled her eyes.

Godou climbed into the helicopter and strapped in. A few minutes later, they were off, and the gorgeous view of Monaco slowly faded from his sight.

Author's Note: Thank you for reading! I hope you've continued to enjoy the story. The feedback and support for this project has been great, and it really keeps me motivated to keep working at it.

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