"You really like me, don't you?" The Hero lounged on the sofa with a smile at the corner of her eyes and a sweet tone, as if she were playing upon stirred heartstrings.
The air was filled with a honey-like fragrance, making it unclear whether it was the scent of the tea or the fresh aroma emanating from the young girl.
"This, I, I haven't…" The man stammered, diverting his gaze, unable to meet the girl's eyes.
Despite this, he could still feel the crimson gaze watching him playfully, causing his heartbeat to accelerate uncontrollably and heat to rise to his face.
He had always been in contact with the Hero as a mere bishop, and although there had been times when he couldn't control himself and had made a fool of himself in front of her, overall, his relationship with the Hero was peaceful and friendly.
