"...Are you truly that bored?"
The moment the faint, ghost-like figure appeared, it was as if the entire café—and the world around it—had frozen in reverence. Every soul within the establishment immediately fell to their knees.
Even those simply passing by in the street. The Light Sword, ever vigilant and composed, also dropped to one knee, bowing his head in deep respect. A unified cry erupted from every mouth:
"We salute the Mother Spirit!"
"...Mother?" Robin raised an eyebrow, glanced around at the sudden display of submission, then burst into a low, mocking laugh. "You little troublemaker... don't you need a mother yourself?"
"Watch your words when addressing me," Juri replied coldly, her tone sharp as a blade. She lifted her chin slightly, her annoyance evident. "You're not my master, remember that. So what if they call me 'Mother'? These people were born on my soil. They breathe the very air I allow them to. They live by the nourishment my land provides."
