Alas, if only Fremay were not here...
"What are you thinking about right now?"
The mermaid's cold, emotionless voice echoed, making Herbert feel even more regret.
"Haha, of course, nothing!"
"Then what are you hesitating about?"
Can you guess what I'm hesitating about?
Herbert didn't answer, gesturing behind him to tell her to stay calm.
"Shh!"
Don't rush.
Just watch me handle it.
Herbert looked at Sofia, and instead of rushing to refuse, he asked in return, "Why do you think I'm your master?"
Why?
Sofia was stunned by the question, tilting her head uncertainly as she answered:
"I... I don't know either."
Yeah, why is that?
Why do I feel this way?
Sofia stared intently at Herbert's face.
This face—no recollection.
She sniffed lightly at his scent.
The scent—no recollection either.
Appearance, scent, aura... nothing could awaken her lost memories.
Yet, there was something about this young man in front of her that made her want to kneel and worship.
