Daedalus set up the charcoal grill on the balcony, poured in the smokeless lychee fruitwood charcoal, left a few gaps in the middle for oxygen to flow through, lit the fire, set the iron net in place, and laid the skewered meat and vegetables on top. As the fat crackled and dripped into the flames, an enticing aroma drifted on the summer breeze into Nabistin's night.
"...In other words, Observer Seat, you fought side by side with the stars, while the Four God Lords assisted from the sidelines, and together you defeated Ouroboros and saved the world."
Felix sat on the railing, her slippered calves swinging back and forth, her smooth blond hair casually tied up and draped over her shoulder. She gave the summary with a solemn expression, but the moment she spoke, everyone could not help looking at her Fish-Slaying Dragon Pajamas—even Diya would not wear something this childish!
"That's right." Ash leaned against the railing, holding a glass of juice, and said softly, "As the price, I lost a quarter of my memories, including the Witch. Before this, I'd already sacrificed my memories twice, forgetting Vesir and Vishy respectively... So this situation is still pretty strange to me. I know you and I are sweethearts, but I don't know at all how we became sweethearts. It's like we were a couple made in heaven."
"Don't count me in," Vishy said with a wave of his hand, his expression calm. "I'm not like that bunch of Love Brains. You all like each other, but you and I are... are..."
"***," Felix reminded him.
"Exactly, that's... Wait, no!" The Phantom Prophet shot Felix a vicious glare, crossed his legs, and said, "In any case, I'm a prisoner you bound with chains. Don't dress up our relationship with words like