Andrew continued, "I'm someone who values his time. Since we know you and your husband will separate someday, we might as well get started early. After all, wasting time is shameful."
Galadriel looked at Andrew and remarked, "I never quite believed you were a Demon King of Hell. Now I do. You really are shameless."
"My lady, have you been secretly touching my face again? That's outrageous. Next time, please just ask. It's not as though I mind."
Andrew gave her a disdainful look. How could she know how thick his skin was if she had never touched it?
"I mind."
Galadriel spoke irritably. She had been somewhat reserved before, but after learning that she would eventually divorce her husband, she let herself go completely, trading teasing remarks and barbs with Andrew as they walked toward the center of the cave.
Just then, a sudden shout came from ahead. "Enough, you shameless pair!"
Andrew and Galadriel looked up to see a translucent green figure wearing a crown appear ahead of them. That was not all. A dense crowd of green figures then appeared around them, all glaring furiously at Andrew and Galadriel.
These two bastards had been flirting ever since they entered the cave. How were these single ghosts supposed to endure that?
Becoming a ghost was not as simple as changing races. They suffered the torment of their curse every moment, making romance utterly impossible. Under those circumstances, how could they not be furious at seeing Andrew and Galadriel flaunt their affection?
Andrew asked, "Are you the Mountain folk who broke their oath and were cursed for it?"
"So what if we are?"
The Mountain folk's leader shouted, "Boy, aren't you two a loving couple? Give your woman to us, or we'll eat you."
"That's right! Hand over the