"Get out! Get out!"
I put the cheek-kiss greeting I'd learned from Falcon to use, only to get thrown out by Betelgeuse.
"Miluno made her angry."
Azura understood how to read the room, at least. I replied:
"Whatever I do makes her angry. She's the kind of cat who absolutely can't stand anything being on the same level as herself. She can only feel at ease by curling up in a tiny box or shoving everything around her away."
She was stubborn to the extreme. Even among all those Monsters and Witches, someone as stubborn as her was one of a kind.
If no one gave her a hand, she would probably stay in that room until mushrooms grew on her.
Though she was a prisoner and had committed quite a few crimes, unlike the other inmates, she was hostile toward the "Supreme Council" and had no one she could call an ally. SpiCa had taken a liking to her abilities and had her stay here to decipher that ancient civilization's history book, but aside from that, no one offered her any psychological guidance.
In that case, I, someone with far too much free time, would have to take the job.
"Smooch~ Big Sister Miluno is so nice~"
On the cable car down the mountain, Azura happily hooked her arm through mine...
It wasn't just her prosthetic hand. Some soft part of her actual body also pressed against my arm through her clothes.
By the way, perhaps because she wasn't used to the prosthetic's vocal system, Azura's voice still came from her actual body... namely, her chest.
Although Betelgeuse had found her a dress in the room, she hadn't found any suitable underwear. Combined with Azura's hyperactivity, even her clothes could not conceal the "liveliness" of her chest.
She said