Chapter One Hundred and Ninety-Three
Crow sighed, staring at the ceiling as Lyravex tightened her grip around his arm.
"This again..." he muttered under his breath.
Her tail swayed lazily, satisfied with his warmth, her SSS-rank aura faintly glowing with possessiveness. Crow gently tried to free his arm, but she clung even harder, pouting.
In the hallway, he sensed a sudden spike of divine energy—Sasha. The swordswoman was approaching, and fast.
Crow closed his eyes, letting out another sigh.
"Why can't one morning be quiet..."