She looked at the little witch with a tilt of her mouth, her expression defiant, as if to say, 'Even so, what of it?'
But her words were another matter altogether, "Master's teachings are correct."
Her smile was sweet as honey, "Initially when I wounded my wings, Master took care of me by his side for ten years before I recovered. Now that my injuries are more severe, will Master have to keep me by his side day and night for thousands of years?"
The exaggeration in her words was clear to anyone, and had it been someone else, they would have simply laughed it off.
However, this young man was serious and inflexible by nature. After a moment of thought, he seriously agreed, "That might indeed be good."
Arao's back stiffened in disbelief as she widened her eyes in shock, her cheeks flushing as she stammered, "Ma... Master."
