"Enjoying, huh…" Kiriya repeated softly, the corner of his lips lifting slightly. But across the table, Wendy had started trembling. Her hands gripped the hem of her short skirt tightly, as if realizing she was sitting between two ticking time bombs that could go off if either of them said the wrong thing.
But before the atmosphere could become too heavy, Kiriya exhaled—then shifted his tone into something lighter, almost joking.
"Well, relax... I don't mean any harm. In fact, I think I'm the one in danger here," he said, leaning back on the sofa as if the living room were his own.
Elanor chuckled softly. "Hohoho~ You do have a way with words, Mister Asano."
"Yeah, I tend to make a bad first impression," Kiriya shrugged, "but I figured you're not the kind of person who gets offended by a few careless lines... especially not a Sage who's reached the highest tier of magical understanding, right?"
