She couldn't possibly have failed to completely clean off the colors Little Kiana had dyed onto her, could she?
She had cleaned them all off.
But for something to be cleaned away without leaving any trace afterward, it had to be something light. A boulder smashing into the ground would always leave a crater.
Thanks to you, Star Rail's greatest swordsman had already picked up the dog's bad habits, and she probably wouldn't be able to break them anytime soon.
The Prompt Device said something that left Russell looking rather embarrassed.
Who could have known?
Acheron could be so senile that she'd binge dozens of packs of dog candy, yet never once clean away Little Kiana's colors?
Sigh.
Maybe he should find her a different supplier for the status candies later.
Otherwise, if Acheron pulled that "I thought I cleaned it off" routine a few more times, she really would become a dog.
He sighed inwardly, then conveyed information in the same way Acheron had.
"I'm not as bad at dealing with bad women as you think."
"But thank you for the help. When I have time, I'll send you an extra reward."
A reward?
What kind of reward?
Hearing that voice, Acheron froze for a moment. She wanted to ask Russell what exactly he meant, but she was too embarrassed to say it aloud.
She could only watch as the man began drawing patterns in the air on his own.
He would pretend to be fully on guard, then, when hardship struck next, be forced to use divine grace, giving those trucks the chance to take advantage of the situation.
In the end, all the motorcycle people would be exiled to Ancient Greece to become pretty boys.
That much had already been decided.
Now, naturally, it was time to