"The hunting ground squad, you say?" Cécile asked, looking down at Noah.
She received a quick nod in response. He wasn't sure why, but Noah felt incredibly nervous standing anywhere close to that woman—even more so than he did around Arachnea.
That being said, he knew he had no choice in the matter. Besides, he was getting used to being 'uncomfortable' around people nowadays. It was about time he accepted it.
"Well, I see no problem with it. If the young mistress doesn't mind, of course."
The maid tilted her head to the side innocently. It seemed she had no issue with him joining.
"(Eh… I didn't expect it to be this easy.)"
There went his night spent thinking of fancy-sounding excuses—like his willingness to participate in the noble polveroso movement that had recently gained popularity or his need to prepare a thesis on the dichotomy of light types and their effect on monster hunting. He didn't even have to passively threaten her!
