"I am not fucking doing it!"
"Oh, come on, just relax your body and do it. Here, just move your hand and hold—"
"No way in hell!"
"What's the deal with you? It's not like I am telling you to do something bad."
Elias shook his head.
"... Would you stop acting like a fucking disappointed alcoholic father?"
Evelyn retorted at his behavior, her annoyance reaching a crescendo.
"Just do it then."
"... I am not going to princess-carry you. No matter how many times you say it!"
Elias sighed at her annoyed dismissal, his eyes shifting towards the ground. The paved road looked quite low, as if looking down into an endless depth.
It was only 5 floors, by the way!
"... But I can always carry you—"
"Nope."
Elias was not going to be carried like a sack or something. No way, that seemed quite bad, no? Eh, who knows, but he wasn't going to be treated like a sack or an object.
They had to go to the southeastern side of the Varen barony. That was where Elias had things to do.
