Celes gave her wings a shake. Her feathers vanished, and that dazzling golden armor became plain cloth robes. However, she did not conjure a pair of shoes. Whether in her saintly form or mortal form, Perturabo had never seen her wearing shoes.
Logically speaking, someone who walked barefoot on the ground should have dirty, tough feet, with dark yellow calluses covering their soles. Yet Celes's feet showed no such changes. They were still snowy white and soft, and Perturabo guessed it might be the influence of psychic power.
If only Sanguinius were here... I wonder what he'd look like barefoot...
Jaghatai looked at Perturabo and noticed that he kept staring at Celes's feet. First, this fellow had pawed at Celes's wings, and now he had taken an interest in her bare feet.
"Ahem... You should mind your image."
"What image?" Perturabo snapped out of his thoughts. Only when he saw Celes's flushed face did he realize what Jaghatai meant. "Go mind your own business. Let the two of us have a moment."
"You two having a moment?" Lin Fan blinked. "There's not enough room here for you to fight. If you want to fight, don't do it here."
"I merely wish to speak with my brother." Perturabo spoke calmly.
"All right, then." Seeing Perturabo's resolute expression, Lin Fan turned and left. Celes and Roka followed behind him, leaving only Perturabo and Jaghatai in the hall.
"Oh! Master, you're done with your meeting!" A delighted shriek rang out. Then a bonelessly soft body leaped onto Lin Fan's back. Yilafren rubbed her face against his, her eyes sparkling as though she had endless things to say.
Lin Fan let Yilafren hold his head as he walked, ignoring the helpless looks from Celes and Roka while listening earnestly to Yilafren's chatter.
"Master, did