"You know, Zero… I quit my job."
"That is a logical decision, Miss Liza — you do not need to work for a few hundred years, after all."
"No… it's not about the money,"
Liza, who was lying on the bed, could not help but slightly left herself up as she turned to look at Riley; the blanket covering her, not even falling down as the beads of sweat on her large breasts completely kept it hanging on her torso,
"I feel like if I'm with you, the 600 years that just passed now suddenly just feels like it didn't happen — do you know what I mean?"
"No, Miss Liza," Riley only glanced at Liza before continuing to cook whatever it was he was cooking.
"I meant it feels like I'm finally progressing forward," Liza let out a small groan as she got up from the bed; carrying the blanket with her, her back completely exposed and yet she did not seem to care as she just walked to the counter,
