Once in the bathroom, Amelia was standing with Isaac, near the WC, in silence.
"What are you waiting for? I'm in a hurry there!"
"Don't distract me! I have to prepare myself mentally." With blush cheeks like tomatoes, Amelia retorts these words, embarrassed like never before.
-Smirk.
A wild smile embellished Isaac's face when he saw her extreme embarrassment state.
'Would she be a virgin?'
|No, snow elves have cultures that force them to attend rituals of deflowering each of them once they mature.|
'...Are you serious?'
|Absolutely.|
'I see. - by the way, didn't you supposed to remain silent in this kind of intimate moment?'
|Intime? Heh, it's up to me to judge whether it is or not.|
'...It doesn't matter.' Knowing that this was not the time, Isaac made the conversation as short as possible, to better focus on the protagonist of the moment.
