Sylvia, So You Think I'm Pretty...?

"..."

Azmodeus's eyes followed along the girl's slender finger, and he saw what appeared to be a face. A face in the tree…

"...Uhmm… I'm sorry about laying up against you," he apologized as he observed the quiet pout on the tree woman's face.

Only her upper body and head could be seen, but that was enough for Azmodeus to know that she was most assuredly grumbling over how rudely he just leaned up against her.

'Sometimes, I forget that I'm in the Immortal World,' he thought in exasperation. 'I should get used to seeing all kinds of unusual, typically unexplainable things…'

"Hey…"

"Hey..?"

"Hello, are you still there?"

"???"

The sweet, delicate voice of the silver-haired beauty took Azmodeus out of his thoughts.