Picking up the three candles on the table, just as Aimou was carefully placing them on the cake, she finally noticed Bologue standing behind the door.
Bologue looked at Aimou expressionlessly, Aimou hesitated, she pretended to be calm, but the halo in her eyes trembled, bent, and shrunk into an ellipse for a moment.
"How... how long have you been here?"
Taking advantage of the optimization needed for her vocal cords, Aimou's voice carried a calm coldness.
"Since you started applying the cream."
"Why didn't you... make a sound? Isn't that like peeping?"
"Hmm? Is it? I was just watching you make the cake, and you were quite absorbed. If I spoke, I'd certainly disturb you."
Faced with Bologue's answer, Aimou lowered her head, as the atmosphere sank into dead silence, Bologue picked up the Ether monocle hanging around his neck, in his view, Aimou's body brightened, Ether surged and collided.
"Actually... you can let it out." Bologue removed the monocle, still expressionless.
