(Happy Fishman Festival! lualualualylulapralau!)
Unlike Bibeak, Shamare knew just how strong Bai Ye was. After all, Bai Ye had been the one to bring her back from Syracuse.
They had run into a few minor problems along the way and had even provoked a gang that didn't know its place. Still, Bai Ye had effortlessly dealt with everyone who came looking for trouble.
Only after arriving at Rhodes Island did Shamare learn that the strength Bai Ye had displayed in Syracuse had merely been the tip of the iceberg.
For someone so powerful to offer her a request as payment for making a set of clothes was simply far too generous.
Shamare was far more mature than her appearance suggested, so she thought about more things.
"So why are you overthinking it? Instead of wasting time on that, come make the clothes with us."
At that moment, Bai Ye placed a hand on the girl's head and gave it a rub.
"Tch, don't touch my hair whenever you feel like it. Don't treat me like a child," Shamare said through gritted teeth.
She always lost her composure around Bai Ye, mainly because her Arts and curses were ineffective against him.
In other words, there was nothing she could do to Bai Ye. No matter how fiercely she spoke, it sounded like she was just putting on a brave front and acting spoiled.
"Only children care about things like that..." Bai Ye murmured from the side.
Shamare's expression darkened even further.
"Pfft—"
Bibeak, who had been watching the spectacle from the side, couldn't hold back her laughter.
Bai Ye and Shamare turned to look at the girl at the same time.
"Cough... Um, s-sorry..." Stared at by both of them, the introverted Bibeak hurriedly lowered her head.
"Well, anyway, since you