The Cold Winter Goddess Uphemia felt like she hadn't quite woken up.
It was as if she awoke from an absurd dream, only to realize she was still dreaming.
Fulingya thanks me for letting her personally reward Herbert?
Eh?
Instead of the smug nod that would follow a sincere gratitude, a guilty feeling occupied her heart even more.
"Thank... thank me?"
Uphemia maintained the outward calm of an experienced elder, but deep inside, her emotions were like ice shards stirred by a blizzard.
What's going on?
What is happening?
She knew too well how much jest accompanied her previous "encouragement," along with a vague notion she hadn't fully explored.
Indeed, it was a reward Herbert would appreciate, but for Fulingya, it was quite a unique challenge.
Uphemia wasn't exactly trying to force Fulingya into doing anything outrageous; her temperament wasn't that mischievous.
