"Hey, Camellia, am I really that scary?" Aya, in her handsome young man form, asked in distress.
Just moments ago, the rescue of the girl had gone perfectly. She teleported in, made a dashing entrance, knocked down the villains, then put on a gentle expression and said, "I'm the adventurer who came to save you. Sorry I'm late."
Everything had gone smoothly up to that point. Honestly, Aya felt it had been a perfect, dashing hero-rescues-maiden scenario—enough to make any adolescent girl's heart flutter.
Shouldn't she have immediately thrown her arms around my neck and cried her heart out in relief?
So why had she looked up at me, then acted as if she'd seen a ghost, like she couldn't catch her breath, and just fainted?
This wasn't in the script!
She had just bragged in front of her daughter and planned to put on a good show.
"Camellia, this is an unexpected situation. Don't start laughing yet—waaah, don't laugh!"
Kind Eyes
When Angelina woke up in bed, the morning was already more than half gone. It was probably around nine or ten o'clock. She struggled upright, only to knock over the warm water by her bedside.
The cup fell onto the carpet, and a patch of water spread across it. She had no mood to worry about that. Without even picking up the cup, Angelina stepped barefoot onto the soft carpet.
Her head hurt terribly, and the scene before her seemed to sway. Every joint in her body ached as if she had spent an entire day being jolted around on horseback.
This is... my room?
Looking around, the pale yellow room looked exactly as it had when she left home, even down to the order of the teddy bears on the cabinet.
Why am I here? Rubbing her