The "three perverts," as Ren referred to them in his mind now.
Not because they were actually perverted in a truly malicious sense. But because their current obsession with "romance"... had reached levels Ren found deeply uncomfortable.
"Master," Roran began with that exaggerated reverence he used when he wanted something, "we need your wisdom."
Ren sighed deeply… the kind of sigh that expressed weariness with the entire situation.
"I'm not your master."
"But you are," Trent insisted, his eyes shining with admiration Ren definitely hadn't earned and didn't want. "You managed to be paired with Luna Starweaver! THE Luna Starweaver! How will you proceed?"
"I didn't manage anything, and I won't do anything special," Ren lied shamelessly.
"Lie," Jun called him out, though he didn't have mana eyes and his tone was more curious than accusatory. "We all know the odds were minimal."
The probability of getting specifically Luna was tiny enough...
