Regretful Aura

Nazarick.

Ryan did not know what had happened over on Annie's side.

Even if he knew, however, he would only watch from the sidelines rather than get involved.

Protecting someone too well only turned them into hothouse flowers, and under the premise that the young girl herself intended to be independent, he would not do something that was called protection but was actually harmful to her.

Experiencing more things was always good.

Walking on the marble floor that was completely free of dust—the ninth floor of Nazarick was always cleaned by the forty homunculus maids, and with no one in sight at this hour, were they eating lunch?

"Lord Ryan!"

Amidst his thoughts, a familiar and pleasantly surprised voice came from behind. Ryan turned around to look, and it was Albedo.

Today, she was still wearing a classic white court dress with a grid pattern, her black hair reaching down to her waist as if a layer of glossy oil had been applied to it, and her approaching body also exuded a trace of elegant jasmine fragrance. Hm, she came only after dressing up.

"What a coincidence, Albedo."

Ryan reached out and greeted her. Running into Albedo the moment he came back made him suspect whether Albedo had cast a surveillance spell on him.

Of course, this was just a joke; setting aside the fact that he was a wizard himself, just the World Item he carried with him ensured that no surveillance or detection could affect him.

"Mm, do you have any business with this return of yours?"

She approached Ryan, the accelerated flow of blood within her body turning her cheeks red, and the succubus-specific seductive body fragrance also began to drift through the air.

Suddenly struck by a surge of impulse, Ryan restrained himself with great willpower,