章節 78: Style

｢I see.｣

I can see that Neia is actually really bad at lying.

After all, her tone while asking me that question had a certain sense of longing in it; it was almost as if she was jealous of me for being able to one-shot a Minotaur.

Of course, one could argue that I'm the weird one for noticing such a slight change in her tone, but I'd tell them to go fuck themselves because accepting responsibility is for nerds.

Anyway, Neia's proficiency in lying aside, the view up here sure is great.

The light of the morning sun was shining on the city and glistening off the river while a bunch of people were moving around in the street, probably heading to work or setting up shop.

By the way, I could see the figures of the people in the city through magic because why the fuck not; magic is the answer to everything as long as the magician is proficient enough.

I mean, no way in hell could my shit body's eyes make out those tiny figures.