Viska still had a bamboo skewer between her teeth. Her expression and tone were as natural as if she were discussing the weather, yet what she said struck like a thunderclap: "How about the two of us get married?"
My first reaction was... no reaction at all. There was simply too much information to process! I froze on the spot, with only a few words scrolling through my mind: Let's get married... Let's get married... Let's get married... The result of those words frantically flooding my brain was that when Viska poked me with her skewer to remind me not to zone out, I opened my mouth and said, "Let's get married."
"Oh, you agreed? Fine, I'll go tell my dad." Viska nodded in satisfaction and clapped her hands as she got ready to stand up. Only then did I finally snap out of the thunderstorm in my head and hurriedly grab her. "Wait!! What did you just say?!"
"The two of us getting married," Viska said. She stood up and dusted off nonexistent dirt from herself, then gave me a strange look. "Didn't you agree just now? Oh, getting married so soon might be a little hasty. We can start by dating first..."
I had only just recovered from my dizziness when I noticed that everyone around us had turned to look our way. Clearly, I had not been the only one hallucinating. Everything I heard had been real! I instantly jumped nearly five meters back, gripping two skewers of grilled kidney as weapons and staring at Viska as though she were some indescribable horror. "What demon are you?! How did you turn yourself into Viska?!"
Viska frowned, utterly baffled. "Are you nuts? This is serious!"
The problem was that you did not look serious at all! Wasn't this