Yanarym was beginning to suspect that she was developing an infatuation, marking the first instance of such a feeling since she commenced transmigration.
She might be being delusional that he liked her the same way as she did.
'I want Guide-sama back.'
"When is your birthday?" He asked.
"It is on the twenty-third of February. How about you?"
"September."
"September?"
"Fourteen."
"You're a Virgo."
"A Virgo?"
"Yes." She laughed.
"What is that?"
Did the zodiac sign not exist in this world? 'Shit.'
Yanarym internally cursed.
How could she slip those stuff that did not belong to this world?
"You know," her laughter faded as her eyes shifted anywhere but him. "I was alone for such a long time that I started inventing theories and such."
"Why are you alone?"
Yanarym was about to explain that she suddenly came up with the zodiac signs regarding the birthdays when he asked so sternly.
