Reincarnation Monarch
Episode One Thousand Seven Hundred Sixty-Five: Sweat that flows through the throats
"... Yes. If that's what I know, what would you say?
Elle said it without ever putting it on the face, even as he was wary in his mind of what he would be asked.
Astaloto seemed to largely deviate from his gaze upwards, looking at the pitch-black ceiling and pondering questions.
But he immediately drowned his head, and looked at Elle and inquired.
"You seem to know only Gaius in this world, but I don't know, do you think he's special?
Elle could not measure the sincerity of Astalot's words.
For that reason, Elle had a puzzled expression for a while, but he opened his mouth heavily, hoping that he would answer something.
"... Speaking of special people, I don't think so... Looking at his usual boyfriend, he also seems like he's just a human being, so there's something I can't say..."
Then Astalot gazed into Elle's eyes jeezy.
Elle is deflected by accident.
But Astarot saw such an El reaction. No, he laughed.
"No, I'm sorry. It's not like I suspect you're lying. I just wanted to see your face when you talk about Gaius."
"... is it my face? When we talk about Gaius..."
"Yes, as you may have heard, I'm a pretty old friend of Gaius's. I just wanted to see what his friends in this world would say about him."
"Ha... do you think so"
Elle had trouble responding, and that's all he said.
Astalot glanced at Elle's face again, as if to see something interesting.
For this reason, Elle became a wingman again.
"... Oh, hey, something? ……
Astalot laughed again at Elle, who hesitated.
"No, it's the same as just now. I just wanted to see your face."
"Ha... do you think so"
Elle said the same dialogue as a parrot return.
Astalot thought it was funny, including that, and he still laughed lightly.
Elle couldn't weigh such an astalot and scratched a sweat all over her body.
The sweat slipped softly over Elle's brown skin, stitching between the furrows and gathering on four legs.
And a tremendous amount of cold sweat gushed out of his four fat feet to the floor.
Astalot looked at it like an interesting spectacle too.
And I said,
"Elle, are you so afraid of me?