It wasn't until the storm had subsided that Julian slowly opened his eyes. He breathed in the air, silent, his lips slightly parted, and let out an indescribable sigh.
Enie's body was curled up, her head resting beside Julian's toes. Her sweet tongue gently rested as she closed her eyes to regain her strength. Her two legs were propped against the blanket, standing in a posture that was about to give out, like duckweed that could fall at any moment.
Finally, when Enie's head had recovered, she fawned and moved forward to rub against Julian's instep and calf, her body swaying slightly, looking like a dog wagging its tail to greet its master.
"Thank you, Master~"
Enie said with a look of infatuation.
It was as if Julian's agreement to let her touch his feet was some great reward, one that she could never repay. She could only give her whole heart to him and call him 'Master.'
