"I'm not betting!"
"Why? Don't you have faith in Athena?"
"No, I have great faith in Athena. I just have even greater faith in you."
A'e's gaze was unwavering. She had known Russell for some time and knew full well just how shameless he could be. Running up Divine Mountain in the middle of the night and flashing his collarbone in front of Athena was absolutely something he would do.
To get rid of that pervert and buy herself some peace and quiet, Athena might really hand over the authority related to music.
Then Russell would tweak the story a little, and it would become him sacrificing his looks to obtain the authority from Athena.
That was right, exactly like that!
"Sigh, you're no fun at all. Come with me. I'm heading to the forging room, and I need a hand."
Russell shook his head repeatedly. A'e was becoming increasingly mature, but consequently, teasing her no longer made her blush. It was getting more and more boring.
"Forging? Can I really help?"
Though doubtful, A'e's body honestly followed Russell. If she could be of use, she would be more than happy to help.
"I need background music."
"..."
In the forging room, Russell used inspiration as an excuse to have A'e play some soft, elegant melodies—nothing sorrowful, and nothing carrying any particular thoughts or feelings.
A'e seemed to understand. She slowly plucked the strings, and after a few attempts, she played a secluded, gentle tune.
It was like a midnight breeze curling around one's ears, humming softly as a subtle fragrance drifted in.
Russell gave A'e a surprised look. It was the first time he had realized that she possessed such talent in music.
He closed his eyes and pondered for a moment, then began designing a women's battle