'I couldn't possibly share that part of my silly idea.' Layla shook her head and let out a sigh.
Inhaling and exhaling, she forced a smile. "It was stupid to consider that."
She had been torn by her love for music and martial arts, and being chosen as one of Hisha's harem was testimony to her unique prowess.
Flipping back her white hair, she walked back to the rest who had taken their position at the bed.
Darcia cleared her throat and smiled at Hisha, "we were all wondering..."
All attention was drawn to Darcia with a questioning look by the remaining harem–we?
Ignoring their signals and reluctance to be called out with her, she harrumphed and focused her attention on Hisha.
"Go on." Hisha urged her to continue.
"How was that demoness selected? She doesn't act like the rest of us." Darcia unintentionally said with spite at the thought of Alta crossing her thoughts.
Hisha had wanted to burst into laughter.
