As she spoke, she gave Lynch an encouraging look, as if to say, 'I love this. Give me more.'
Lynch was at a loss for words.
'This patroness of mine, Elegy, really has the same wicked sense of humor as always.' He figured she must have been cooped up in that silent, boring Demigod palace in the Netherworld for far too long, and now she enjoyed watching a little drama to amuse herself.
Avril's face instantly flushed so red it looked like it might burst. Even covered in dirt and wearing dusty leather rogue armor, her acute embarrassment was impossible to hide.
Mijanar, however, grew anxious and angry. She struggled to speak. "You! How dare you spout such nonsense! Avril is..."
"Hm?" Pale Elegy merely shot her an indifferent glance.
The rest of Mijanar's words immediately died in her throat.
