Never mind Veliona.
Even the Herrscher of Sentience, who was notoriously hard to placate, would have softened after hearing that, right?
Veliona let out a long breath, her taut nerves relaxing completely.
Her earlier anxiety vanished without a trace.
"Fine."
She answered languidly, a hint of teasing in her voice. "We'll see when I'm in the mood."
"Maybe one day I'll actually seize control, jump onto a table, and do a Cossack dance."
"And shout, 'I'm Seele,' at the top of my lungs while I'm at it."
"I'd love to see the looks on your friends' faces."
The image was far too vivid.
A chaotic scene instantly exploded in Seele's mind.
"Ah!"
The startled cry escaped her lips.
Then came a moment of hesitation.
"Well..."
"Um..."
Seele's cheeks flushed faintly, her voice as quiet as a mosquito.
"If you really want to... could you change into something presentable first?"
Veliona froze.
Her eyes were full of disbelief.
This girl?
Wasn't she far too innocent?
"Hey, you didn't actually take that seriously, did you?"
Veliona couldn't help remarking, "Rozaliya's the only one who'd do something like that."
"Hehe."
Seele didn't answer, merely letting out a string of goofy chuckles.
The atmosphere in the room grew lighter.
But that pleasant mood didn't last long.
Silence settled over everything again.
Veliona's problem was more or less resolved.
But the mess before them remained thorny.
The crisis brought on by the Herrscher of the Thousand People was not yet over.
The doctors had stayed up all night.
They poured all their energy into dealing with the Herrscher.
Even the personnel out on field assignments had been urgently recalled.
Veliona caught sight of the persistent cloud of worry between Seele's brows.
"You're still planning to get involved, aren't you?"
Her question was direct.
"It's not