"Big? What do you mean by big?" Timothy thought for a moment.
He glanced at Azura, whose chest was as flat as a runway, then shifted his gaze to Sylphina and the other Sea Serpent girls.
In an instant, he understood completely.
"So that's what you meant by big!" Timothy sighed, rubbing his forehead in exasperation.
No wonder the Shrine of the Oceanic Dragon, which was usually so obsessed with bloodline purity, had sent Sylphina and her fellow Sea Serpent clan members to take care of Azura. Their real objective wasn't Azura at all—this whole "taking care of" thing was clearly aimed at him.
With a sigh, Timothy suddenly realized that maybe it wasn't entirely Azura's fault for knowing all those inappropriate, risqué things. After all, the Shrine of the Oceanic Dragon, for all its grandeur, seemed to be filled with people who were anything but proper.
"Am I… not big enough?"
Seeing Timothy sigh, Sylphina's face showed a hint of panic.
