Hard to say.
But that did not stop him from using the refugees as an excuse.
Unfortunately, changing the subject did not always work.
"Oh? Is that so? Amiya, go on."
"Understood!"
The little rabbit looked as though she had been pardoned.
Once Amiya left, Kal'tsit was the only one remaining in the office. She did not even need to say those words aloud. All she had to do was firmly grasp the mental link...
"Then, Dr. Oute, why don't you tell me what they encountered in Chernobog?"
Many language systems had cases where excessive use of honorifics and polite speech conveyed negative meaning.
Anyway, the Advantage Is Mine!
Kal'tsit crossed her fair legs. One foot hung in midair, tapping lightly again and again as if stroking something. Her boots were stitched together from two pieces of translucent material, and through the hazy black fabric, the lynx's jade-like foot seemed eager to move.
Through the mental link, Kal'tsit carried out her "punishment" in a peculiar way.
Oute could only say... it was actually rather enticing.
But Oute himself was still far away in Lungmen. This vegetarian dish could only light the kindling; it could not bring him any genuine comfort.
Oute's consciousness was within Kal'tsit's body, experiencing this... beauty firsthand. Not to mention that, with Kal'tsit herself stirring the waters, the sensation of toe pads repeatedly meeting boot soles echoed through both their minds.
And Oute's desire, in practice, in turn stirred Kal'tsit's own impulse. Psychogenic tingles coursed through their bodies like electricity...
The ambiguous atmosphere rapidly heated up as their desires multiplied over and over.
Things swiftly developed in a direction unsuitable for children.
"Among the Reunion Movement's many officers, there is a twisted little brat named Mephisto."
Oute answered, "In practical terms, he and his directly commanded troops