The Great Love Poet finally looked up, leaned back in the chair, rubbed her eyes, and then stretched mightily.
"Lan Fu, do you normally get asked to dress up like this?"
Talia asked, puzzled.
"Yes, when Lanci and I make important magic cards, I'll dress up and sit beside him."
Once relaxed, the Great Love Poet reverted to her usual coquettish tone.
"..."
Talia gazed at Lanci next to her again, casting a chill into the air.
She was becoming more and more convinced that Lanci was a pervert.
"No, no!"
Hearing this, Lanci almost broke out in a cold sweat and was just about to explain something.
"For him, making cards without you just wouldn't do, so he wants you by his side."
The Great Love Poet lounged in the chair, her eyes curved like crescent moons as she continued with a smile.
"..."
Talia fell silent once more.
However, her look at Lanci was no longer one of disdain.
"Lan Fu, can I have your body for a little while longer?"