"Am I actually a pervert?" Diya's voice cut off abruptly, and she stared blankly at Ash.
Before coming over to demand an explanation, she had actually imagined all kinds of possibilities—for example, that Ash had ignored her because he was deliberately trying to please Sword Maiden, or maybe that Ash had gotten his brain knocked loose during the Six Wings Trial—but she never, ever expected this turn of events. It was like blaming your sweetheart for not taking care of you when you were sick, only for them to pull out a terminal diagnosis in return.
Witch asked foolishly.
Ash said:
He smiled and said:
Diya stammered, a little incoherent:
Ash was silent for a moment, then said softly:
Diya reacted at once:
In the middle of the Senro God War, Ash had suddenly flown into a rage and, by himself, blasted apart three descended Divine Lords. Everyone knew he must have used some kind of trump card. It was just that Ash had never said anything, and since he had been recovering from his injuries afterward, they had set the matter aside. After all, if he could talk about it, Ash would definitely confess on his own. Everyone knew he was the type who couldn't keep a Secret, so if he was unwilling to say it, no one could force him.
Ash shrugged:
Diya sat up straight, both angry and heartbroken:
Ash froze, thinking that Lysithea really was worthy of being the Empress Isu. He genuinely had not thought of that objectifying angle; the tallest lamppost in Nabistin belonged to you and you alone.
Ash blinked:
Diya bit her lower lip lightly as she looked at him, then suddenly wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. Soft, inexperienced, fervent—the two of them tangled silently in the darkness,