The elf maiden walked into the office as if it were her own home, casually glancing around while giving a complaint.
"So slow!"
"S-sorry."
Shami sat back in her chair, her peripheral vision scanning the right rear, under the desk, and the one side of the wall.
Every place that could hide someone had a person.
The elf maiden looked at the chair in front of the desk, furrowing her brows slightly in alertness.
"Shami, did anyone come here just now?"
The dragon race maiden pressed against the wall became nervous.
Visible to the naked eye, that wall showed signs of discoloration and sweat-like streaks.
Dragon maiden, for god's sake, disguise yourself properly! If you suddenly pop up while we're chatting, the atmosphere will get unbearably tense!
Shami silently glared at the wall and then answered the elf maiden's question with a friendly smile.
"Of course not. It's common practice to keep a chair in the office to welcome guests."
