...
Seeing this, a flash of annoyance crossed the eyes of the "Moonlight Priestess" who was possessing Sea Song.
'This brat! Not only did he dare call me an "old hag," but he even dared to...'
But the moment the thought arose, the body, no longer under her control, had already picked up the clean handkerchief prepared on the stone table. It took two steps forward, leaned down, and with exceptionally gentle and meticulous movements, wiped the grease from the corner of Lynch's mouth.
The entire sequence of actions was so fluid it was as if it had become muscle memory.
After wiping his mouth, her hand, still holding the handkerchief, froze in mid-air. She had finally snapped back to her senses.
The rage in her heart swelled.
'This detestable human brat! How dare he make me, a dignified Ancient Elf and "Moon Priestess," wipe his mouth!'
She actually understood that this was an instinctive reaction developed by this body over a long period.
