Chapitre 532: When the Gods don’t do their work, ask the semi-deity

"Really?" Natha, for some reason, held me tightly as he faced D'Ara. "You truly did it? It's not a...temporary thing or just..."

He couldn't even finish his words. His heart, which I could feel on my back, was beating so hard. 

He was nervous; almost as nervous as our wedding day. He must have been suppressing his expectations since earlier, and he became so scared of it being squashed. I held his hands tightly, feeling their increasing cold as we stared at D'Ara waiting for an answer.

"Do you think I'll play about this kind of thing?" D'Ara replied sharply, sitting herself in an armchair and crossing her arms. "Now get me someone who can. make that...transfusion bag thing you told me about."

Natha and I immediately turned toward Zia, who flinched and looked at us in confusion. "Zia, fetch your boyfriend."

The succubus replied in flusters. "W-who's my--"