"What?!" His eyes widened as he looked at us with more attention.
Alya's legs behind him, thick thighs that were about to explode from how tight her pants were, my shirt revealing half my upper chest because the buttons just couldn't be closed.
His body stiffened. An invisible weight lifted off my chest when I realized he had believed me.
"Then Ren…" He sniffed audibly, extending himself closer to me.
"If you're talking about a cute dog girl with a long, fluffy black tail who was captured as a slave… We should be on good terms!" I flashed a cheeky grin.
"Was she a slave on your side?" Alya asked curiously, to which I nodded.
His entire body convulsed with complex emotions in Alya's grip. Most apparent was joy.
"Is she fine? How was she? Was she depressed?" He hit me with a barrage of questions, all hostility vanishing from his eyes.
I couldn't help but be surprised by his trustworthiness. I could just be lying, you know… But this confirmed it. They were related to Ren.
