"Huh? So the one with the weird fetish isn't my brother, but the Wind Law Queen?"
Yolanda's eyes lit up. She felt there was hope for Westheid yet.
Westheid: "Weird? I don't think so. Just a bit peculiar. I think I can understand it."
Through his astounding intellect and preliminary probing, Westheid figured he had a good grasp of Ailorus's psyche.
To put it bluntly, the little Wind Law Queen's "XP" was a bit special.
She adored heroic, father-like figures, worshiping them with romantic love. At the same time, she also wanted to act as an elder or big sister, doting on and protecting her partner.
'A maternal lolita?'
'Alright, alright. So that's how we're playing this, huh?'
Westheid didn't find it all that embarrassing. After all, in terms of actual age, Ailorus was much older than him. She was only a little girl from an Elf's perspective.
