Ary and Ai strolled down the seemingly endless hallway, the silence between them growing increasingly awkward since no one was inclined to start the conversation.
"Say, Ai."
Ary called out, finally breaking the silence.
"Yes?"
Ai glanced at Ary with an innocent look, but her coquettish smile clearly reflected that her plan to make Ary start up the conversation finally succeeded.
"Well…it's… um…"
Ary seemed reluctant to ask her this, but since curiosity got the best of him, he couldn't help but ask.
"What does Lady Isabelle look like?"
"Ha?"
Ai was taken aback by his unexpected question, and as a bewildered look shaped on her face, she folded her arms, shooting back.
"You've already got four wives, yet you're this curious about a goddess, huh?"
Then, she placed her right palm on her face, sighing,
"I thought that you were a nice person, but my expectations broke so early. Oh, you perverted boy."
