They hadn't been able to admire Calila for long
before Calila's eyes filled with suspicion and turned toward Siegler.
"Why are you looking at me?"
Talia asked Siegler, tilting her head.
"Do you feel tired, Calila?"
Siegler leaned back in her chair and asked softly.
"Not at all."
In fact, Talia felt very comfortable. After she became a Semi-Magic Body, she was always in a state of abundant energy and didn't suffer from any physical discomfort.
Therefore, if possible, she didn't even want to revert from this state.
"Then why do you look so lackadaisical, completely missing the radiant and dazzling appearance you had before?"
Siegler felt like Calila now seemed as if retired, almost as if spoiled by someone.
But such a proud and haughty member of the Demon Race always gave people a feeling that even if she were to die in her esteemed position, she would never lower her pride a bit, much less subject herself to others.
"This... I used to..."