Anya's soft body wrapped around Zell's stomach, her face buried in his chest, before she pulled away with red cheeks.
'I'm happy, but what about Mom?' Anya thought, watching her mother stand a few steps away, not jumping at Zell like she usually did.
"Do you have anything you wish to do right now, Anya?"
Zell didn't care about the situation, whether it was Astra, the demons or angels sent by the gods—they could all simultaneously descend into apostles for all he cared.
'There are too many women for me to focus on, so right now I will make things right, one by one until their hearts and minds are at ease.'
He found the comfort of Anya's embrace soothing, different from before there was a sense of peace, their affection genuine and nothing to do with the system.
'I feel much better now...'
Anya's eyes sparkled at his question, but then she gazed back at Cryska and her lips trembled. "Will you still love my mom?"
'Hmm?'