Aiwass had initially felt quite socially dead.
However, when the thought "quite tasteful, huh" involuntarily popped into Sine's mind, everyone couldn't help but cast complicated glances at this stern and proud Old Mage.
This old man seemed utterly arrogant, barely looking down his nose at anyone besides Aiwass, Bard, and a few others. Naturally, people avoided the chief mage of some Mage Tower—no one would willingly approach someone who clearly held them in disdain, only to get insulted.
And yet, now...
Compared to this, even "Amber Master liking shiny things" seemed so normal.
In that instant, Aiwass thought the Old Mage looked as though he had turned red-hot.
[So red, like a boiled shrimp...]
That thought occurred to Aiwass's mind, and he immediately struggled to direct his attention elsewhere:
[Why did they walk into the sphere of influence? Was it to save me?]
"Y-Yes!"
