"It's changed."
"Is this what Lv.2 feels like?"
Sasamori Aya did not care about her own body at all.
And she stepped over the coffee table in a single stride, rushing up to Haimo.
Bracing both hands on the sofa's armrests, she boxed Haimo in between them.
She loomed over him.
Her exquisite face almost touched the tip of Haimo's nose.
"So you did go ahead?"
Sasamori Aya stared into Haimo's eyes, her fingers gently stroking the back of his hand.
"While I was unconscious..."
"You took it upon yourself to..."
"Remake my body just the way you wanted it."
The way she put that...
Left boundless room for misunderstanding.
If Hestia suddenly pushed the door open and walked in now, Haimo could jump into Orario's sewers and still never clear his name.
But Sasamori Aya clearly saw nothing wrong with what she had said.
She even pressed closer.
"If it's you, my god."
"Even if you took my bones apart and put them back together again, I wouldn't object at all."
"No."
"Rather..."
Sasamori Aya licked her slightly chapped lips.
The light in her eyes was frighteningly bright.
"I'm looking forward to it."
"..."
Silence.
That straight shot...
Lodged all the words Haimo had prepared in his throat.
Especially when he saw that Sasamori Aya was not only unembarrassed, but looked like she enjoyed it, and even wanted him to "do it again."
Helplessness.
Utter helplessness.
It was like punching cotton.
He had tried to scare a kitten, only for it to turn around, show him its belly, and purr as though seeking a mate.
"Fine, fine."
"I'm not discussing this with you."
Haimo waved a hand, deciding to skip the topic.
Then he reached back and picked up two rolled sheets of parchment from the table behind him.