Entertain allies with the best food and make them feel as comfortable as possible.
Roughly speaking, it is to make allies feel as if they have returned home?
The little brain of the blue-haired Siren completely understood all this.
"Then I'll just invite everyone to come play together?"
While saying this, Jasmine held one hand in a circle and kept poking the other finger into it... what she meant by 'play' was already very clear.
Pleasure is happiness. She wants to entertain her allies with happiness. She is truly a qualified ally~
The blue-haired Siren was feeling proud of herself.
"Completely unnecessary, thank you!!"
Seeing that this Siren was about to summon a flowing fish, Su'er urgently raised his voice to stop her.
"Huh? Not needed?" Jasmine showed a troubled expression, "But we don't have anything else here to entertain allies..."
"Entertaining allies is not the same as entertaining prostitution! Please remember this!"
"Do people on land dislike this?"
"Completely dislike it!"
"Oh~," The blue-haired Siren once again responded with a sudden realization, not knowing what bizarre things her small brain was thinking of again.
Being categorized as a person on land, although there was indeed this kind of... ahem, in his previous life, there shouldn't be such a thing in this world, right? There shouldn't be, right?
As a Siren summoned by the queen, the Siren named Laila was not overly lax. The speed at which she arrived at Jasmine's cave was very fast, effectively relieving Su'er's headache from being tormented by the endless idiotic remarks of this idiot queen during this period.
Three sentences are inseparable from the lower three ways. This is a perfect description of the Siren.
"Ah ha~~, Jasmine~"
"Ah ha~~~, Laila~, you're here~"
"Hehehe~, yes, yes, what's up~"
They didn't look like subjects who came to an audience after being summoned by the queen. The relationship between these two Siren was more like a pair of very good friends. From this perspective, the identity of the queen is not crucial for the Siren.
Without the intention to delve into the social customs of the Siren, what Su'er was more concerned about was the existence of this Siren named Laila. He was carefully examining her.
Her light green hair was very thick. Under the fluctuation of the water flow, this green hair kept fluctuating, floating behind her. Her fair skin had no blemishes. Her upper body was also decorated with strings of golden ornaments and pearls.
"What? Does Mr. Monkey like this?"
"...It's not what you think," Su'er casually explained to Think who walked to his side, his brows already furrowed into a ball.
"...Is there something wrong with this Siren?" Realizing that Su'er was not joking, Think raised her head and gestured with her eyes to Jibril who was floating in the water in the distance observing the decorations on Jasmine's cave, while she bent her hand into a fist.
"Ah, no, no," Suddenly realizing that his words seemed to have caused some misunderstanding for Think, Su'er quickly waved his hands to deny it. For a moment, he didn't know how to explain, so after thinking about it, he simply asked Laila directly, "Have we met somewhere before?"
It was a very standard pick-up line from the old century, but what Su'er really wanted to ask was another sentence - have you consumed my flesh and blood?
It was inconvenient to talk about this with Think and the others when there were outsiders present. Even though the Siren behaved like idiots in all aspects, Su'er would still not do something that might leave hidden dangers. He could only try to ask from the side in other ways.
In fact, when the group first came to this underwater world, he found a familiar feeling among the Siren who came to greet them, just like the feeling of the monster that mutated from the Siren that had consumed his flesh and blood.
A tiny speck of light in the sea of consciousness, no bigger than a seashell. If it weren't for such a close-range contact, Su'er would not have even noticed that such a speck of light existed in his sea of consciousness. He didn't notice it at all when he was on the sea surface before.
But now it was completely different. After Su'er had realized its existence, even if he had returned to the abandoned ruins where he had lived on land for more than two years, he could still capture it - it was this light green-haired Siren in front of him.
What Su'er had sensed among the mixed Siren before was also her.
An invisible thread existed between them. Different from the previous rough and forced takeover of Asano Shiro's consciousness and body control, Su'er at this time felt more like a... bystander.
A bystander with the ability to change the script. The so-called script is the thought of this Siren, but he can also jump onto the stage at any time. This connection is much more resilient than the connection between him and Asano Shiro before. Space and distance will no longer be an obstacle.
Su'er could truly feel that his ability was indeed different from the past. At this moment, he was like a hand hidden behind the scenes, covertly controlling the subconscious of this Siren, and also the source of her good feelings for the few people.
"Hmm~~~, it~ seems~~~ so?" Shaking her fishtail, the Siren named Laila swam around Su'er and Think a few times and then answered slowly.
The thin film that separated the seawater from the air aroused her strong curiosity. However, the several times she followed her curiosity and wanted to touch this film and put her hand through it, she naturally withdrew it as Su'er subconsciously repelled it, with no abnormality.
"Let me think~," The light green-haired Siren put her index finger on her chin and fell into thought, constantly digging into her small brain, "It should be at the strait, right? When I went there to play before, I saw you fall into the sea~"
The strait?
Inspiration passed through him like an electric current. There was only one place in this world that would be collectively referred to as the strait by various races. Su'er instantly recalled the moment when he jumped into the sea with Think in his arms, the phantom swimming up from the deep and dark bottomless sea - so it was you!!!
Continuously comparing this Siren with the image stored in his mind at that time, that head of light green cat's long hair that kept fluctuating in the water did indeed look like a distorted monster like a snake ball in a lightless environment.
So it was a Siren and not an unknown demon race at that time?
The cause that made him so scared that he immediately cut his arm to hope that the blood could delay the monster's climbing speed.
For a moment, he didn't know how to comment. It was difficult for Su'er to judge whether it was better to have encountered a demon race or a Siren at that time. Based on the information he had so far, falling into the hands of a Siren didn't seem to be a good thing either.