"You shouldn't be so angry," Salyd said, somewhat aggrieved while looking at Ilodyer, "I even betrayed my brother for you."
"Brother?" Ilodyer suddenly remembered the shopkeeper's words, "You mean the long-haired dark elf that goes together with Frieren?"
"That's right," Salyd said softly, "That indeed is my brother, though we don't share the same mother."
"Oh," Ilodyer responded insincerely.
Polygamy was easy to understand, especially in such a society.
The two of them fell silent for a while—this kind of silence wasn't awkward, perhaps because they didn't have the kind of relationship that required pleasantries.
"Ilodyer, actually you..." Salyd hesitated for a moment before saying, "I think you look better in a shirt."
"Huh?" Ilodyer shifted his attention to Salyd, his beautiful garnet-like eyes narrowing slightly.
