"Grandma, don't misunderstand... She's my friend. She won't hurt anyone."
"Is that so?"
The old woman let out a sigh of relief.
"You should've said so earlier. Your friend is doing that role-playing thing, right? What was it called... Kusho... Kusha something?"
Paris smiled calmly. "Kusho Play!"
"Oh, right, right, right! Kusho Play!"
The old woman relaxed.
"Little Paris, I'm so glad you're alive! Grandma had already prepared offerings for Senatos to ferry you across!"
"Oh my, then I really ought to thank you. Now that I've come back alive, why don't you give those offerings to me instead?" Paris said with a smile.
After being thoroughly looted by Yan Huan, Paris did not have a single coin on him and could not afford to pay.
So he could only mooch some things off someone he knew.
"Hehe, sure. Take them."
The old woman picked up a basket of fruit from beside her and handed it to Paris. After thinking it over, she felt that was inappropriate, so she picked up another basket and offered it to the Heavenly Condemnation Hunter.
"And this guest should take a share too."
"Huh, me?" The Heavenly Condemnation Hunter looked bewildered at the basket the old woman held out, not quite daring to accept it.
"You... you aren't afraid of me?"
"Hehe, this is Okhema. Under Kephale's protection, there's nothing to fear."
The old woman firmly stuffed the fruit basket into the Heavenly Condemnation Hunter's hands and said with a faint smile,
"Though this old grandma has never left the city in her life, her eyes aren't blind yet. You're not some Kusho Play—you're a real Heavenly Condemnation Kin, aren't you?"
"I've heard the rumors about Castrum Kremnos. You people don't farm, only fight. I reckon even the fruit you eat can only be