"Master's sleeping face is so cute that I want to kiss his forehead," Brünhild mumbled while looking at Orpheus's sleeping face.
''Little Hilda has become a pervert.''
A sudden voice rang in her head again; it was the previous voice's owner.
"Shut up; I'm not a pervert," Brünhild replied, fuming.
''Eh? It seems you have become bold; lately, you dare to talk to me like that? I wonder how 'She' would feel if 'She' knows that you've become a little unruly?'' The voice's owner asked.
Brünhild's body trembled when she heard the 'She' the voice's owner was talking about.
"Pardon my rudeness, Over-"
''No need for that; why did you help that girl earlier?'' The mysterious being asked.
