An abnormally large but suave tea set, cutlery, napkins and two heavily embellished plates of fruit cakes..?
'The nobility,'
I lifted both hands. Facing large rough palms, I found myself at a loss for what to do. I was getting tired of body-hopping. Especially when there was no clear objective this time around.
In this body, I felt a clear distinction unlike with Ixion's body. It felt like I was merely a puppeteer pulling the strings, but sometimes the puppet refused to respond to my will. It was difficult to move even the most basic limbs at times, and at other times, it was smooth. Even after a good few minutes of practising movement with my hands and legs, I still felt a slight disconnection.
'What's going on?'
