"What's wrong?"
Looking at Alramis with a horrified expression, the half-dragon girl with rather long bangs, yet not covering her right eye, frowned and asked puzzledly, "Is there a problem with what I said?"
Alramis: "..."
Five seconds later
"Ah!!!!"
Finally certain that the fisherman in front of him, with short gray-purple hair, carrying a basket in his left hand and holding a rod in his right, was not an illusion, Alramis screamed like a cat that had its tail stomped.
"Keep it down!"
Then the half-dragoness, although not very good in combat, had excellent physical fitness and swiftly dealt an elbow strike, successfully silencing Alramis's scream that was infinitely close to that of a frantic gopher. She lowered her voice and said to Alramis, "Don't wake this guy up!"
The latter pouted, tilted his head and glanced at Mo, whom he was propping up and showed no signs of awakening, and said with a light hum, "You really care about him, huh."
"Of course I do."
