The backs of the seats in the compartment could not be lowered flat, and leaning against them was not exactly comfortable either, so the most suitable posture for passengers was to rest both hands on the table. Ash, however, occupied two seats by himself. He lowered all the armrests, placed his legs on them and crossed them as he half-reclined, propping his cheek with his left hand, eyes fixed on the Shadow Drama playing on the Light Screen. From time to time, he even laughed aloud, as lazy as a Lala Fat.
Who could have imagined that a guy like this was preparing to challenge Multistar Supreme's unsurpassed hegemony? If he succeeded, he would become the Artifice Supremacy standing at the peak of civilization, the undisputed lord of the world, yet last night he had still been serving his sweethearts...
Felix pretended to watch the scenery flashing past outside, paying attention to Ash's movements only out of the corner of her eye. Daedalus finished flipping through a magazine, propped her chin up, and looked sidelong at Felix. Since Felix's attention was all in her "peripheral vision," it took her three seconds to notice Daedalus's subtle gaze.
But Daedalus was not one of the four gods of death in the compartment behind them, so Felix did not panic at all.
She stretched as if nothing had happened, lowered her head, and continued flipping through the magazine, pretending nothing had happened.
At that moment, Daedalus touched her Space Ring and took out noise-canceling headphones, a pure black eye mask, and a neck pillow. She poked Felix in the small of his back, then put on the headphones, eye mask, and neck pillow, turned her head toward the outside, and went to sleep. Her attitude was obvious—do whatever you want. I can't see,