"To you, I'm also past my expiration date. No, more accurately, I should be considered the type that spoils after turning 18."
"Lord Kamiya, you are always irresistibly delectable."
Hachisaku-sama lowered the brim of her hat, a light laugh escaping her, the beauty mark at the corner of her mouth adding to her seductive charm.
She didn't seem to be joking.
Looking every bit the type who could gobble up Kamiya whole, crunch on his bones and suck out the marrow.
"I don't really understand your double standards."
"Love is biased and unreasonable."
"Stop, enough, don't say any more." Kamiya raised his hand, spreading his fingers to signify the end of the discussion.
If this conversation continued, Mary and Hannya would show up.
"Lord Kamiya is really cold to me, even though you need my help. Can't you be a little more gentle with me?"
"Uh…"
Kamiya found himself at a loss for words.
Hachisaku-sama wasn't wrong in her statement; asking for help should indeed be done politely.
