Mom, I need time...

"Heh?!" Lafien looked at Lilith in confusion. "You mean…"

Lilith sighed. "Alright, alright. Stop asking so many questions. Just follow me and do as I say."

"But… what about Lathel?" Lafien asked hesitantly.

"Oh, come on. He's happy right now. Don't go bothering him."

Lafien froze upon hearing that. Her head lowered, a shadow of sadness crossing her face as she murmured softly, "I see… So I'm just a nuisance to him, huh?"

Lilith smacked her forehead.

One careless sentence, and now Lafien looked like she was about to lose something incredibly important.

Ever since returning from the Enforcement Division's Headquarters, Lafien had become far more sensitive—especially when it came to Lathel.

She was no longer the arrogant girl who always believed she was right.

Instead, she had become softer, gentler… but also more timid.

Like a Sensitive Plant, shrinking away at the slightest touch.