"M-Mira—Aunt Mira… Maybe after the meeting? After we see Alayne?"
His voice cracked, just slightly—desperate to preserve what little stamina he had left. The dread of being milked dry before noon was very real in his eyes.
"After your surgery?" Mira murmured, lowering her head. Her mood shifted—disappointed, just a little—as she spoke, voice softer than before."Alright. But..."
She lifted her gaze, locking eyes with him. Her cheeks were flushed, tinged red with embarrassment, but something new—something playful, bold—brewed in her expression.
"But promise me... you'll do what I ask."
Eren exhaled weakly, resigned and breathless, but sincere.
"Alright. Anything you say."
"Mm." Mira just mumbled her acknowledgement as she turned toward the kitchen—probably to help Velira. Moments later, sounds of their chatter reached Eren's ears from down the hall.
"Haa…" Eren sighed, staring blankly at the air. He rubbed his forehead, muttering:
"System."
