"Of course not."
Luvia had been waiting for her to speak from the other side of the bed. She turned to face her and opened her eyes. Her beautiful purple eyes truly glowed in the darkness, and Emilia bit her lip, feeling a sense of safety.
Luvia said:
"You were simply unlucky enough to be chosen by cultists. In fact, most ordinary people in this world never have any dealings with the supernatural until the day they die. I know what you're worried about, but don't worry. There won't be any danger here tonight. This house is very unusual."
The young lady, clutching the blanket with both hands, nodded softly, then could not help asking:
"When you encountered those dangerous relics, weren't you afraid?"
"Of course I was."
Luvia continued lying on her side, looking at the pitiful young lady before her.
"I rose from the first ring myself. When I was still low-ring, I was afraid whenever I encountered such dangers too. But what else could I do? My parents passed away very early, and I did not have many trustworthy friends around me. Later, I got used to being on my own. And later still, I met Shade."
The smile on her face at that moment was interpreted by the equally side-lying Emilia as "happiness."
"Although his rank was lower than mine at first, for some reason, I always felt at ease whenever he was by my side. No matter how dangerous or incomprehensible the situation was, as long as he was nearby, I knew everything would be fine. You know, I haven't moved into this house."
Luvia's voice was very soft. She certainly did not want the young ladies' nighttime talk to be overheard by Shade, who was resting next door.
"But I truly like this house.