Vishy's mouth twitched, but in the end, he couldn't bear to embarrass the Phantom Prophet, so he turned his head away and gave up. Vesir looked at Ash resentfully, but still put the bigger picture first and said, "Ash approves of this plan, so I support it too. Who else supports it?"
Diya and Vishy raised their hands at the same time. Sonia hesitated for a long while, her face full of unwillingness. Ash held her hand, their fingers Ten Fingers Intertwined, and whispered in her ear, "You're my favorite Sword Maiden. You'll definitely be first in progress every day."
"Why don't I feel like I'm your favorite—"
An extremely disdainful voice sounded inside the Tent. "Hmph."
Ash immediately said, "Vishy!"
"It wasn't me!" Vishy said. "It was the Witch!" "It wasn't me!" Diya said. "I heard Silver Lamp!"
"It wasn't me!" Vesir said. "It must be Vishy spreading rumors!" So all three of you were involved, right?!
Ash glared at them in annoyance, then turned to look at Sonia, and his heart softened again. He said, "If it really won't work, I can sleep outside. Don't listen to them stirring things up. I'm a Spellcaster who came from Death Row Inmate stock. I was either in Prison or on the road being hunted down. I don't care about my living environment."
Sonia lifted her head. She naturally wasn't wearing a ponytail now, her red hair falling like a waterfall. The flush he had just kissed onto her still hadn't faded. Her coat hung open naturally, revealing snow-white skin. Under the light, she looked both holy and full of Charm, her allure innate and utterly unforced. Every time Ash looked at the Sword Maiden, he always felt that what lit up the world was the light on her, shining into