[Realm: Álfheimr]
[Location: Heart Kingdom]
[Pulchritudo]
Mikoto stared at the red-hooded girl standing before him.
Paimon had an expectant look on her face, the sort of expression that suggested she was genuinely waiting for him to say something rather than simply being polite.
Mikoto could not fathom why she would even want to talk to him.
It was not as though he presented himself as approachable. If anything, he had spent a considerable amount of time making himself as unapproachable as possible. His manner was blunt, his patience was limited, and his usual method of interacting with people consisted of saying precisely what he thought without bothering to soften it for their benefit.
Yet Paimon had approached him anyway.
Then again, this girl seemed like one of those airheads who trusted too easily.
In other words, an idiot.
