"So you want me to keep an eye on the Kocho sisters' whereabouts for a while, right? Leave something like that to me. I'm great with girls!" Wind Sickle smugly ran a hand through his sleek black hair.
Seeing Wind Sickle showing off like that, Rota could not be bothered to respond. As long as he canceled his role-playing mode, his looks would absolutely crush that narcissistic fool's.
"But why do I suddenly need to watch over the Kocho sisters? Honestly, I don't want to be treated like some kind of creep." Wind Sickle looked at Rota in confusion. Of course he would follow Rota's orders, but he ought to be told the reason.
Even if he got caught, he would at least have a decent excuse. At the very least, he would not have to take all the blame himself.
"If you want to know that badly, there's no harm in telling you. The reason for this arrangement is... this old man cast a divination. Satisfied with that explanation?"
Wind Sickle hurriedly nodded. "Satisfied! Absolutely satisfied. When you speak, sir, who wouldn't be satisfied...?"
Wind Sickle was more sensitive than anyone to Rota's shifts in mood. He knew perfectly well that if he kept joking around, his head might be going on an impromptu trip.
It was not the first or second time Wind Sickle's head had soared through the sky, and that had taught him to be a little more cautious. The moment there was even the slightest problem with Rota's tone, backing down immediately was the right move.
"Watch that smart mouth around this old man. Do you really think I wouldn't slap you?" Rota threateningly waved his utterly ordinary palm at Wind Sickle.
"Please don't take offense, sir. I'll go watch the Kocho sisters right away