Before Yuel could answer, Nix—who had just arrived carrying a tray of food—overheard Rory's words and froze in shock.
"…Wait. If that's the case, doesn't that mean Terry has to stay on Yuel's head for three whole years?"
"And after three years… how big will he be?"
"…Basketball-sized?"
The image alone was enough.
Vincent and Jasper both pressed their lips together, fighting hard not to laugh.
Xarion, however, looked between Yuel and the fruit perched on his head, his voice lazy and half-lifeless as ever.
"How could it be basketball-sized?"
"He's a fruit. If anything, he'll grow as big as that watermelon the Female Master found last time."
Yuel's expression stiffened.
The mental image of himself walking around with a watermelon on his head made his lips twitch sharply.
"…That's enough, all of you."
He stepped forward, taking Rory's hand.
"Rory, don't listen to their nonsense. Until Terry leaves me, he'll remain exactly this size. He won't grow any bigger."
