Illya looked pitifully at her mother. Their method for the final round had truly been a complete mess. Even one of those demon races that loved tempting people would be ashamed enough to surrender its racial name to them.
"Of course. And I can guarantee that Yue will genuinely like it. Didn't we say that, Illya? You have the cutest sub-scabbard in the world."
"Th-the cutest what..."
Illya felt like she was about to get heatstroke and faint.
However, if the method her mother mentioned would really make Brother Bai Yue like her more, then it was not as though she could not do it.
Then, beneath her mother's teasing gaze, she lowered her eyes guiltily.
Her mother's gaze seemed to say that Illya's real problem was not worrying about embarrassment, but worrying that such a method would make Brother Bai Yue dislike her.
So Illya, unable to meet her mother's eyes, immediately shifted her gaze toward the ritual.
Sister Artoria was currently having the sub-scabbard receive the substance.
Huh?
She did not receive it all. After seemingly receiving half of it, she immediately had Mordred seamlessly take over and receive it with the sub-scabbard as well.
Finally, the two of them aimed their sub-scabbards at the container and released substances together. The sight was truly difficult to describe.
"Mordred, Artoria, I have a comment to make. Do you want to hear it?"
"W-what comment?"
Artoria had a feeling it would not be a good comment. It would definitely be the kind of comment that made her incredibly embarrassed.
Meanwhile, Mordred glared with narrowed eyes, though she was nervous inside as well.
"...That is the difference between the two of you."
Once the critique ended, Artoria and Mordred felt like their faces were hot enough to cook eggs.
That guy