The Highland King was about to turn his back but stopped.
Mey continued to try and squeeze Ayensi's legs but to no avail.
Both Shiena and Spirit's eyes were glaring at her. Partly annoyed and partly envious, especially Spirit. At the very least, Shiena had already "tasted" Ayensi's goods and was still able to hold her chin high.
Mey was just innocently checking leg muscles and have no idea she was already garnering enmity from the Guardian of Spirit, not to mention the Celestial of Highest.
"Eh...?" the teenage girl began squeezing with all her might but still ended but with no results.
"There must be some kind of shell you're wearing!"
Her father heard this and thought that she must've lost her mind. Why would someone wear a shell there? If they were intending to armor themselves, why is his head, the most vital part unarmored?
Thus, the Highland King continued to urge her.
"Mey, stop it. Come on."