𝙄 𝙤𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙄 𝙖𝙢 𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙚.

Pecking 𝙏𝙚𝙢𝙥𝙚𝙨𝙩 ❍’s cheek while he does whatever it is he’s busy with.

Observation is underway

“…” Give her the word, 𝙏𝙚𝙢𝙥𝙚𝙨𝙩 ❍

Noted. She’ll remind him to speak to her later about a possible source for barriers and another source of power.

Rude. Brat. Freddy and vain. Clearly never had sense smacked into her. Constantly demanding respect when she gives none. It is only by Lord Rimuru’s divine grace the brat still breathes. She ought to prostrate and show her gratitude.