Creeping home.

Marissa (or should you say Akkhadia?) guides the horse out of the woods, away from the Devil's Throne, and back towards the Sinnabarrovian capital. Once you're out under the moonlight once again, you stop off just long enough to change back into your normal clothes, stashing your robes and masks in the horse's saddlebags, before continuing on your way.

You make good time back to the palace, and as your mother guides your steed back towards the stables, the cloak the night provides is still sufficient for the two of you to come and go as you require.

Akkhadia guides you back through the palace corridors, taking you once again to your room.

“Try to get some sleep, Edward.” the demoness whispers. “We must continue tomorrow as if nothing has transpired.”

She gives you your robe and mask, telling you to keep them out of sight and guard them with your life, then departs for her own quarters.

Honestly, you're a little offended. Roland must've given your mother a truly monumental fucking, otherwise she'd most likely have ended up in your bed, as per usual.

The toll of your excursion beginning to weigh on you, you tuck your robes away securely and place the silver lion mask on the writing desk in your room.

Settling down on the mattress, you quickly drift off to sleep.