Asta stared blankly at the two red dots on the paper and hurriedly wiped his nose.
Damn it, Asta. What kind of beauty haven't you seen before? If you go to bed like this later, you'll end up being disliked by Marax.
Just then, a soft rustling sound suddenly rang out. A fragrance drew near, and then a pristine white handkerchief gently wiped away the bloodstains on Asta's face that he hadn't managed to clean up.
Asta blankly lifted his head, only to see Marax smiling at him. In an instant, his already flushed face turned even redder.
This was seriously too embarrassing.
He hurriedly said, "It's just because the weather is too hot, that's all…"
A demon getting a nosebleed because of the weather being too hot, no matter how you thought about it, sounded completely unreasonable.
Asta started scratching his head again.
So stupid. Couldn't you come up with a more appropriate excuse?!!!!
Marax let out a soft laugh. "The air here is indeed a bit hot."
