That afternoon, Ryu Lion would also have to act as the intermediary and bring Syr, who had always been afraid of coming into contact with that God, to meet him.
A spectacle like this came along once in a century.
How could they possibly resist coming over to secure front-row seats with the best view?
Listening to her two companions tease her without any restraint,
Ryu Lion felt as though white steam was about to rise from her head.
She had only wanted to clear up the earlier misunderstanding as soon as possible.
And, while she was at it, get to the bottom of the inexplicable fear Syr had harbored ever since God appeared.
How had these idiots turned it into some secret, illicit rendezvous?
If her hands had not still been wet with cold water from washing vegetables, she would have loved to draw her wooden sword, Elven Flash, and start beating them right there in the kitchen.
"You two..."
Ryu Lion clenched her fists, just about to lose her temper.
Steady footsteps sounded from the passage outside the kitchen.
"So lively first thing in the morning."
Wearing a loose, plain white shirt for lounging at home, Haimo emerged from around the bend in the stairs.
His gaze swept over the girls making a commotion by the counter before settling on the blushing, flustered Ryu Lion.
At the sound of his voice,
the noise in the kitchen stopped abruptly.
Anya's tail instantly went rigid, as though someone had stepped on its tip.
The bread knife in Lunoire's hand stopped in midair.
Chloe immediately put away her amused, spectator's smile as well and stood up properly.
As Haimo approached, Ryu Lion also recalled the word "rendezvous" Anya had just shouted and wondered whether he had heard it. Her face grew