Leonel took long, deep breaths. Somehow, that one shot seemed to have drained him completely.
Looking up at the ceiling, he smiled bitterly. He had been partially joking when he spoke of the 40 kilometers and hour matter. But, why did it look like someone had been throwing darts at the ceiling?
Replaying it in his mind, Leonel realized that he had been right. It was at least a several hundred kilometer difference. And, the volume was much greater, giving it more impact.
Aina, who still kneeled before Leonel, her head having dodged out of the way, suddenly giggled.
Leonel choked. "… What you laughing about? It's not my fault you suddenly turned into a succubus."
Aina, though, only continued to giggle. She wasn't laughing at Leonel. Rather, she was laughing in happiness. For some reason, these series of events made her very happy. For just a moment, she seemed to forget all of her worries.
