Ikaros stood at the door, her pale pink eyes fixed directly on the watermelon in Nymph's hands for a full three seconds.
Then her gaze rose and landed on Nymph's face.
At that moment, Nymph felt as though something had seized her soul.
"Nymph." Ikaros spoke, her voice terrifyingly calm. "That watermelon is mine."
Nymph's smile froze on her face, and the watermelon in her hands nearly slipped out.
Her mind raced, trying to come up with a reasonable explanation.
The excuse that a bird had carried it away was clearly useless now, since the watermelon was in her hands.
"Well... um..." Nymph gave an awkward laugh. "Ikaros, listen to me... I was just helping you check whether it was ripe..."
"My watermelon." Ikaros repeated, taking a step forward.
Nymph instinctively took a step back, her back bumping into the dining table.
"Checking whether it was ripe?" Ikaros tilted her head, her tone still calm.
But Nymph could clearly see Ikaros's wings slowly spreading. It was a sign that she was entering combat mode.
"I'll calculate it for you." Ikaros raised a hand, her palm aimed at the watermelon in Nymph's hands.
A faint pulse of energy flashed, and a string of numbers made of photons appeared on the watermelon's surface: Ripeness, 63%. Has not reached optimal consumption standards.
"It isn't ripe yet." Ikaros lowered her hand and looked at Nymph. "You picked an unripe watermelon."
Nymph felt guilty as hell, but she stubbornly argued, "S-So what?! It would've ripened sooner or later anyway! I picked it for you to save you the trouble!"
Ikaros fell silent.
Then Nymph witnessed the most terrifying sight of her life.
Ikaros, the Angeloid who was usually expressionless and indifferent toward everything, actually had tears welling up in her eyes.
"That was for Master."