But before long, the man's expression relaxed again.
"It might be dangerous, but actually running into danger is pretty unlikely."
"You don't need to say anything. Get your body back and come with me to deal with the problem."
"Some things don't become more likely to succeed just because there's one more person."
He reached out, rubbed her head, and laughed.
Elysia did not like having her head rubbed.
Or rather, no normal person would like having their head rubbed, but at this moment, she could not make a sound.
She looked at the man. His smile was lazy and confident, as if the ending had already been decided.
But.
Would someone with victory already in hand suddenly lose control?
Her heart grew increasingly uneasy.
"...Do you really not need my help at all?"
She grabbed Russell's hand, her azure eyes filled with earnest pleading.
Then—
"Ow—"
The girl instantly clutched her head and cried out in pain.
"You doll, can't you understand human speech?"
He glanced sideways at her, his expression carrying faint contempt.
If he went, he could still get back up after being knocked down. If she went, she would just die for real.
Russell looked at the girl, a troubled look appearing on his face.
This idiot had already become human, yet she still reeked of Saint Mother syndrome.
"I already said I don't need that many helpers."
"If you really want to help, then remember to use less sugar when you cook tomorrow morning—your food is fucking sweet enough to make even people from Britain want to establish a colony."
The man scolded The Cook.
Her cooking tended toward the sweet side.
For Durandal, who had spent time in Europe, and Kiana, who ate anything, it was not much of a problem.
But for Russell,