When Ron was gently enveloped by Nari's tentacles, Aselia let out an untimely sigh from the depths of his consciousness.
"This Abyssal Apostle..."
The Dragon Soul's voice carried an innate arrogance:
"Her possessiveness towards you is exceedingly strong; I can sense that the connection she has established with you is too tight."
"In Dragon Race culture, such behavior of deeply linking without permission is considered an extremely rude offense."
Though Aselia's assessment was soft, in this realm dominated by Chaos Power, no spiritual wave could truly hide.
Nari's tentacles suddenly stiffened, like a child engrossed in a game abruptly cut off from the internet, feeling stuck in their throat.
She didn't get angry directly.
Such a primal and crude reaction no longer matched her current level of wisdom.
Instead, she responded in a more refined manner.
"My darling..."
Nari's voice turned curious: "Where did you find such a beautiful 'old ice cube'?"
