Nainiae was frozen solid, but in her head,
<…Hey. Don’t shrivel. You are my servant. Are you his servant?>
She could hear Riley’s voice directly in her head.
She was embarrassed. She thought Riley must have figured out what she was thinking.
Having concluded that Riley, the master who she served, was a greater existence than a dragon standing in front of her, Nainiae corrected her posture and upheld her shoulders with pride.
“Hm… Let’s see… There is something special mixed in?”
Andal extended his hand toward Nainiae’s bangs.
It looked like he determined that there was something around her right eye.
“Uumm…”
Nainiae’s hair was lifted gently.
Andal scrunched up his face after he discovered the horrible scars and dead-white eye.
“Huh, why are there so many things mixed in? It’s really busy and complicated here.”
He didn’t cringe out of disgust for her appearance.
He cringed because of the complexity.
Andal was trying to analyze the inner workings of her white eye, but he shook his head.
“This… Hm… Even I can’t figure it out.”
Andal was gently brushing Nainaie’s scars with his hand, and he took his hand back after he declared he was giving up on trying to figure out the white eye.
The way he responded seemed like he didn’t care at all about her scars.
Nainiae asked as she fiddled with her bangs.
“Sir Andal.”
‘Should I ask? Should I not ask?’
Nainiae went over this question and hesitated a few dozen times in that brief moment. She carefully inquired,
“That is… My face. Is it not uncomfortable for you to look at?”
It was a question that she asked Riley once as well.
Back then, Riley answered, ‘No? Not really?’
“Ha.”
Having heard Nainiae’s question, Andal cracked a smile and said,
“Hey, servant.”
“It’s Nainiae.”
Riley corrected Andal by telling him her name.
As if he was trying to say he will yield, Andal corrected himself.
“I got it, you rascal. I got it, got it. Okay?”
“…”
Nainiae blushed.
“Servant Nainiae… I’ll ask. When you see several tens, hundreds or thousands of ants passing by your feet… Are you the type that observes each of the ant faces one by one?”
It seemed Nainiae realized what Andal was trying to say.
Nainiae shook her head left and right in response.
Andal continued,
“…It’s like that.”
Having answered Nainiae’s question, Andal leaned back and moved his hands toward two empty cups on top of the table.
“Certainly, there are a lot of convoluted things there. Mana and other things…”
Andal determined that it would be difficult to exactly observe Nainiae just using his eyes. He tossed the cups into the kitchen sink and continued,
“All right. Try using it. I’m curious about the result too.”
Andal waved his hand in the air.
Following his hand movement, although nobody touched the door, the changing room’s door opened on its own.
As Riley watched the changing room’s door open, he inwardly murmured ‘all right’. However, he asked Andal with his face still maintaining an unexcited look.
“Even you can’t see it?”
“The nature of mana is decided by how one’s born, so it’s hard to examine it just by looking at it. On top of that, that eye is a type that’s different from her natural mana type. How should I say it, a chaotic mix was forced in there?”
The inborn nature of mana was something even a dragon could not see.
Having heard Andal’s explanation, Riley asked what he was curious about,