Nothing Left to Worry About

Looking at the familiar barrier before her, Qian Huanyue opened her eyes.

The moment her consciousness returned, the first thing she felt was the soft touch against the back of her head—resting right on Rinne's thighs.

She tilted her head back and met Rinne's pink eyes.

"Devour?" She frowned, as though she did not think it was a very good word. Slowly rising to her feet, she paused and swept her gaze over her companions immersed in dreams.

Then she said steadily, "Does it have to be this way, Rinne?"

"Huanyue..." Rinne gently called her name and said softly,

"If I don't do this, Eden will eventually slip out of my control." She paused. "So this method... is the optimal solution."

Qian Huanyue half turned, placing a hand over her chest. Her lips curled slightly, and a trace of amusement appeared in her eyes—only for it to quickly be buried beneath a serious expression.

"Since you've put it that way, Rinne," she said, lifting her gaze, "if I keep refusing, I'll only seem insufficiently composed."

Rinne smiled without a word.

Now was the best time.

If they continued to delay, she might change her mind.

"Mm."

Rinne gently reached out and tucked Huanyue's silver hair behind her ear. "If it becomes too difficult, then we'll have to trouble Shiori."

"Of course. This is something I've never tried before, but I'll do my best." Seraph of Thousand Blades was in Huanyue's hand as she began adjusting its new function. The Angel was kneaded into a strange shape.

"Haha... it's all right, Huanyue-chan." Leaning against the side, Rinne's voice carried a soothing smile. "You still have plenty of time to hesitate. So there's no problem with taking it slowly."

Rinne quietly leaned to one side. Though she did want to be a