Leonel was shocked to the point of speechlessness. Did he really just hear what he thought he did?

"… You don't want to?"

Aina's soft voice shook Leonel to his core. She had never sounded so fragile to him before and a part of him thought that the only reason she managed to drum up the courage to say such a thing was because she was facing away from him.

"Yes, yes. I'll do it!" Leonel hurriedly replied.

Aina stood from Leonel's lap, still facing away from him. Most of her alluring back-view was obstructed by [Light Curtain] and her long hair. But, Leonel's imagination alone seemed to be capable of spinning him away into a land of fantasy.

Aina slowly waded into the deeper waters until her waist was submerged. Her body shifted slightly and Leonel's eyes almost popped out of their sockets when she bent over and stood again with a black fabric in her hand.

'… That's definitely… That's definitely her underwear…'

Leonel looked toward the ceiling and gulped.

"… Are you coming?"

Aina's voice sounded even weaker than before. If Leonel didn't know better, he would think that she was still wounded.

Shaking his head, Leonel also stood from his seated position. He had already taken off his upper garments, revealing a toned torso, even more toned than he seemed to remember, in fact. So, all he had to do now was take off his pants.

Leonel looked down toward a certain region.

'Behave.' He said sternly.

his pants to the side, slowly walking

still grabbed at her long hair, pulling it into a ponytail and sweeping it to her front. The action should have completely

the Cleansing Waters, soap was completely unnecessary. But, Leonel still brought out a few herbs he had

however that didn't

like

close Leonel was. She could feel his warm breath on her neck, it was the sort

finally paid attention to

her and raised two different budding flowers to her

its figure. It had a slight spicy

was a gentle yellow color, so pale that it almost seemed white at first glance. It only had three petals, but each was as large as Aina's palm and flopped about like drooping

freshly made apple juice. It was hard to pinpoint its exact scent, but it

said softly, pointing

Leonel nodded. "Watch this."

of Mage Arts Leonel had learned from Camelot numbered in the hundreds to even thousands. Among them, not all were tailored

Leonel

all the 'useless' Arts could do. There were many that

fragrances one found in

only because Camelot hadn't

the yellow flower and

a single flower formed over a liter of this viscous

in the air before dabbing it the

Aina suddenly

his heart filled with half relief and half

next words almost

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