On Yuel's light brain screen, the conversation with the anonymous poster was still open. Rory glanced at the advice he'd been giving—and then looked up at him, puzzled.
"Is this person your friend?"
As expected of Yuel… everything he explained was so clear, so thorough.
"No," Yuel shook his head. "Just someone anonymous who posted online."
As he spoke, he pulled up the original post and showed it to her.
Rory had seen it before. What surprised her, however, was something else entirely—she hadn't expected Yuel to take on this kind of job.
She tilted her head, studying him. "Yuel… are you short on beast cores?"
"No," he replied, a faint smile touching his lips. "Why would you think that?"
Terry had fallen asleep atop his head.
Taking advantage of that, Yuel gently drew Rory into his arms, guiding her to sit on his lap, his fingers idly tracing slow circles at her waist.
