"Hmph, I didn't expect your technique to be surprisingly good. When we get back to the palace, you can give me a few more head rubs..."
Maybe it was because her body had shrunk.
At this moment, Sylvia, who was usually so proud and never willing to show her true feelings, had a slight blush on her cheeks. She couldn't help but nuzzle into Timothy's palm, as if she was really enjoying the touch.
If this had been in the past, getting such approval from her would have made Timothy not only accept it but maybe even rub her head a few more times right then and there.
But right now, something felt a bit off.
"Going back to the palace? This... this..."
"Isn't that a bit too much?!"
The onlooking spirits, who had a pretty upright sense of morality, couldn't help but whisper in shock. While they were grateful to Timothy for defeating Magnus, their gazes clearly showed they now saw him as some kind of pervert with a strange fetish.
