Akivili disagreed.
"What's wrong? Is there a problem?"
Lan's gaze was icy.
"It's called choosing quality over quantity. What's so embarrassing about that?"
Akivili stepped forward, trying to steer the conversation back on track.
"Wait."
"This isn't the time to argue. Let's first think about what we should say..."
Aha grinned mischievously.
"Just tell him the truth."
"Tell him his dear boy was too busy arguing with me."
Akivili instinctively looked at Lan.
The Aeon who had been called a "dear boy" seemed not to have heard Aha's teasing.
He stood there expressionlessly, radiating an oppressive presence.
Before this, Akivili had only ever seen him wearing a cold expression.
Lan meant mist in the mountains.
Yet Akivili felt this Aeon was nothing like mist, but more like a cold, hard glacier that never melted.
Who would have thought... Lan would actually show another expression while defending Best Friend's reputation.
That made it all the more important to help smooth things over between Lan and Best Friend.
Akivili considered it for a moment, then said:
"Then let's push it back half an hour."
Aha shrugged.
"No need. He only cares about the result, not the process."
"Oh, he doesn't care about the result this time."
Akivili agreed.
"Right..."
If Best Friend truly wanted to accomplish something, he would overcome every obstacle.
Akivili was deeply troubled.
"But he spent hundreds of years preparing for this."
"And barely ten minutes in, we already..."
Aha raised a hand.
"Correction. Not we. Lan."
Lan folded his arms and stared at Aha expressionlessly.
Akivili pressed a hand to their forehead as though nursing a headache.
"Please don't argue."
Lan turned his gaze toward them.
"Change your face back."
Akivili froze for a moment, then immediately restored their own face before continuing:
"Then let's delay it by