She looked at me for a few seconds, saying nothing, before just nodding simply as the sounds of swords swinging, knights screaming grew louder ahead.
"You don't believe me?"
"What's your favorite food, Luci?"
"Uh?" What's with the sudden change of topic? "Fried noodles? Maybe cold coffee in drinks…" She nodded seriously. I was half expecting her to ask what noodles are, but she knew.
"I had no idea… You only ate the cheapest meals on any menu, even when those amazing human establishments offered a lot of amazing things." She said with a soft smile.
"So, you believe me, Alya?" I crushed her attempts at changing the topic.
"…I don't." She shook her head with a gentle smile. A beautiful smile filled with self-deprecation.
I was pretty sure if she were to angrily slap me twenty times, it wouldn't have hurt as much as her current reaction.
