"So," I said, breaking the silence,
"what exactly are you doing here?"
"Running errands," Cwal replied lightly. "Nagi said to give you guys a veeeeeery warm welcome."
A chill crept up my spine.
Right. Note to self. Never get on Nagi's bad side.
The image of her calmly smiling while threatening someone with a kunai felt far too easy to imagine.
"…And that's all?" I asked.
"No," Cwal said. "I came to ask for permission."
My brow creased. "Permission for what?"
"Permission to harvest Azalea—"
"No. Absolutely not."
The words came out fast, and I did not let him finish or entertain the thought of it.
Cwal paused.
"Whose commission is this?" I asked.
"That," Cwal said, "I can't say."
I stepped closer. "Then I am invoking my right to half of your life. I want answers now. You can refuse one question I ask you later."
A click of his tongue. Annoyed.
"…Fine," he said. "It's nothing serious anyway. It's Belle."
