"Get lost!"
I got a hateful scream at a moment I showed my face to Ruciel.
"I don't understand, why are you always angry at me?"
One end of the girl's mouth twitched after I voiced my question. "Are you truly asking that question?"
"Okay, I'll stop joking," I said as I moved my body to sit in an empty chair.
In the end, we sat facing at other.
The Fallen Elf girl's appearance was in bad shape. She was still wearing her tattered Armor, her hair was messy, her face was presentable but a little bit dirty, large handcuffs tied her hands into one, and… this girl hasn't showered yet.
The scent of dried blood, sweat, and some other fluids stick clearly into her body.
No… of course, not. I didn't mean to criticize or insult Ruciel. Instead, I was a little excited because of all the scents.
...
Wait a minute, since when do I have a smell fetish?
