Circe's arrival brought an awkward silence among the three.
Diana, who had been entranced by Karl's ear-touching, snapped back to reality.
"Huh? Looks fun, doesn't it."
Circe strode toward them.
Then, as if she disapproved of the situation, she pulled Karl toward her.
"What are you doing?"
"Oh, I was learning archery from Diana."
"Massaging her shoulders?"
"Well, since I'm learning for free, I should at least repay her this much."
Karl shrugged lightly.
Logically, there's nothing wrong with that.
It's not unusual to give a massage after a workout.
If you want to nitpick, Diana is 200 years older than Karl.
Plus, she's teaching him for free, so she's in a position of authority.
But Circe didn't like that either.
"How dare you make someone else's husband do this. Are you out of your mind?"
"What, what's that? It's not like I did anything wrong."
Maybe because she felt a bit guilty?
Diana's retort lacked her usual arrogance.
