[‘The Scales that Judge the Soul’ is pleased, saying that the handsome man is even cute.]
Honestly, I felt the same way, so I decided to let it slide generously.
It seemed like he was trying to create a date atmosphere for our rare dinner alone.
“Hmm, maybe I should have worn something prettier.”
“You look beautiful as you are.”
“But I want to look even prettier. Wait a minute. I’ll wear the leather harness with the Holy Scripture ceremonial robe…”
“Th-that!”
For some reason, Thesilid suddenly grabbed my wrist in a hurry.
“Terry?”
He rubbed his face with his free hand and let out a small sigh or groan through his lips. His already attractive baritone voice seemed to have a fatal effect.
I swallowed dryly without realizing it. As I felt my gripped wrist getting hot, he appealed with a voice that seemed to suppress something.
“…It’s too much. Please, stay as you are.”
“…”
Two questions arose here.
What is too much?
And why did the cottage suddenly feel warmer?
“A-are you hungry? Shall we eat?”