Eris had been seasick for days. Even after they disembarked, the symptoms lingered, so Cain had no choice but to stay at an inn in Zant Port and look after her.
But whenever he looked at Eris, he pictured her with her clothes in disarray, like a battered doll.
It wasn't as though Cain had done anything. That was simply what happened whenever Eris got seasick.
And then there were her rapidly developing breasts. Even when she was fully dressed, the image of them kept surfacing in his mind and lining up with her body, as though he could see right through her clothes...
I'm awful! He had actually entertained improper thoughts about Eris. But after seeing her like that and treating her for three whole days, what man could have held out? Eris really was adorable.
Smack! Cain slapped himself.
"M-Master Cain, why did you hit yourself?"
Eris reached out with her small hand, her breathing uneven. She blinked her red eyes, then gently rubbed Cain's reddening cheek. Her brow furrowed. Seeing him hurt himself made her feel awful.
"You'll make Eris sad."
Cain's eyes trembled. He stared at Eris's faint smile, stunned that his foolish apprentice had spoken in such a soft voice—one she would never use normally. And the warmth against his cheek... Was that Eris's hand? It was so soft...
The Sword God's heart jolted as if struck by lightning. He turned his head away at once and scratched his burning cheek. Had Eris's smile just sent a shock through him? When he looked back at the red-haired girl's adorable face, he stared blankly for a long time, unable to collect himself.
"I-It's nothing. Just a mosquito, Eris. Why would I hit myself? I'm not a masochist."
"R-Really?" Eris was still breathing hard and wanted to