After leaving those words, Mirania flew up on a broomstick.
Grecan and Leverianz slowly lowered their heads as they looked up at Mirania, who disappeared across the clear sky.
The gazes lost in each other’s thoughts subtly deviated.
“This is not what I expected. I thought it would be fun until you kissed her on her lips…, I feel strangely bad.”
Leverianz’s brow narrowed. Unlike him, who was displeased, Grecan looked confused. Leverianz’s self-talk did not reach his ears at all.
“If it’s my first but wasn’t Mirania’s first kiss, then what would this be?”
Leverianz, who caught Grecan’s self-talk, smiled mischievously with a beautiful face like a dark, naughty mug wriggling.
“That means…”
Significant words caught Grecan’s nerves. A distinctly thick neckline bulged out.
Leverianz grinned softly while receiving the focused gaze.
“It means you’ve become a fish.”
“… Fish?”
“It’s something I’ve never thought of, but I think Mirania has a similar side to me today. Then it wouldn’t be obvious.”
It was a misunderstanding, but Grecan’s face, lost in his thoughts, turned dim from what he remembered.
“Find your way out before you get tossed around,” added Leverianz.
“No way. Are you saying Mirania is a player?”
“Player…”
Leverianz’s expression crumpled as he inadvertently repeated Grecan’s words.
“It’s about being a free-spirited romanticist. You son of a wolf.”
Grecan’s expression grew cold, saying, “You must want to die, bat.”
“As much as you can.”
Grecan’s dark eyes began to shine, reflecting the face of Leverianz, whose radiant smile began to gloat.
Leverianz’s red eyes also glistened like mirrors.
BANG!
Riding her broomstick back to the witch’s castle, Mirania sprained her wrist.
‘Didn’t I almost fall off?’
Mirania clicked her tongue and looked back.
