"Oh, Epsilon. Haven't seen you for a long time."
Hearing her master who turned his head to her, Epsilon raised her head in a trance.
"Your wound has been cured."
Master used his warm magic to heal the wound on Epsilon's chest.
"Thank you very much."
As her wounds were healed, pain gradually disappeared. It was a healing technique that didn't waste any magic. Epsilon was always impressed whenever she saw it.
Although it took time to recover physical strength and blood, Epsilon finally breathed a sigh of relief as she looked down at her recovered chest.
Just then, Epsilon noticed.
"— Ah."
The amount of slime padded on her chest was reduced.
When Epsilon was seriously hurt, Slime was somewhat reduced. There's not enough time for her to replenish it, and in that case, her flat chest was exposed.
Master must have noticed it when he treated her wounds.
Epsilon broke down in a cold sweat.
"Ah, emm… Ah, well."
What to do now?
Epsilon racked her brain to figure it out, but nothing came to mind.
"Ah! Did you sneak into here to do some investigations?"
Master looked down at her, asking.
There's her chance!
"Yes, that's right! I had to disguise myself in order to spy on the cult!"
"I see. You also had your hair cut."
"Ah."
That's right, her hair was cut from the fight with Mordred, but that fact is irrelevant. Actually,
Epsilon held her breath and listened.
I might be able to grasp on a small part of the plan. Master must be thinking about why I asked that.
"The magic was released by me."
"As expected… but why?"
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