Amiya truly was an angel.
But there were still some differences. When Eyjafjalla stood there conducting research, people could not help but feel protective of her. Yet she herself was a strong girl, creating a subtle contrast.
Hoshino thought of that girl with sheep horns.
She really wanted to hide Eyjafjalla's hearing aid, then hold her in her arms and whisper into her ear, word by word.
That was utterly sinful.
She liked it.
Shaking her head to drive that inexplicable sinful thought from her mind, Hoshino nodded in affirmation, though she also found it strange. Where did these bizarre thoughts even come from?
After thinking it over, Hoshino knew the answer. It was all because Eyjafjalla was too cute.
"Alright. We're expected to depart in a week, so please make your preparations. I'll go inform Miss Eyjafjalla."
Amiya turned and left.
Eyjafjalla held a lofty position in the field of volcanic geology and deserved a respectful form of address. Amiya was inviting Eyjafjalla in her capacity as a volcanologist. Despite her young age, she understood these things perfectly.
She truly was worthy of being a leader.
Hoshino waited quietly, arranging the plot Siesta, the coastal city, ought to have.
Volcanoes...
Lush tropical vegetation grew on the mountains surrounding Siesta, an environment created by the heat rising from beneath the earth. The city's coastal scenery did not actually rely on its natural latitude, but was a spectacle shaped jointly by volcanoes and an inland sea.
In this world, true coastal cities were exceedingly rare—one could even say they did not exist.
But today, Siesta faced its own calamity.
The arrival of a woman.
She wore half a crown and carried a slender scythe. Her ash-gold short hair covered one eye, and she resembled a cold, solitary moon. With her arrival,