Why did you tether someone else’s dog?

Layers upon layers of dwellings, rows upon rows of houses, and endlessly extending cobblestone paths.

The sun had barely illuminated the entire street, yet Florence’s market was already teeming with people.

Watching my dear teacher and that detestable priest stroll side by side through the crowd,

Their hands inadvertently brushing and bodies touching in the jostling throng…

What’s with that? It’s like they’re on a date!

Timos, behind them, grimaced so much her features nearly twisted into a knot.

What’s with this lascivious nun, why does she have such a big butt?

Doesn’t she know she’s touching someone else’s teacher!

She should repent for her voluminous sin!

Though utterly annoyed, Timos bit her sleeve, suppressing her jealousy to expose that fake, pure-looking seductress.

She knew that rashly stopping them on the street might make her look like an unwanted third wheel;

But if she caught the priest in the act of lewdness in a hotel suite, she would become a pure-hearted warrior, saving her teacher’s chastity and executing justice.

That’s right, priests and clergymen are all like that, they just love to deceive innocent and adorable boys like Teacher Loya.

Yes, the eight-year-old and one hundred ninety-two-month-old little boy.

Suddenly feeling the greatness of her mission, the female student continued to secretly follow her teacher, skillfully layering several more levels of perception-blocking magic on herself.

She didn’t know what they were buying, as Loya and Flurby walked past one stall after another.

Before coming, they had a clear goal of how to decorate the church, but actually seeing the dazzling array of goods, Flurby’s decision-making paralysis kicked in, and she had no idea which to choose.

“Mr. Loya, Mr. Loya, look, flowers.”

The priestess held up one in each hand, left and right,

“May I ask for your advice? For decorative flowers, are red roses better, or white roses?”

“Red roses are passionate and romantic, white roses are pure and elegant, both are very suitable.”

High EQ: Each has its own characteristics;

Low EQ: They’re all roses, no difference.

Honestly, Loya wasn’t much of a picky person; according to his habits, whatever could meet his needs was enough.

Especially now that he was picking out scene flowers for a wedding ceremony for a woman who was temporarily at the top of his list of disliked people, there was even less need to put in any effort.

“Hmm, roses are very good… but violets seem pretty good too.”

Flurby put the roses she had just picked up a few seconds ago back in their place, and turned to look at the other side.

–Oh well, let her pick slowly.

After all, he had promised, so he had to accompany her to the end, right?

Loya shook his head helplessly, and before the priestess could ask another question, he looked around, taking it as a chance to relax.

The market street, so familiar, was immersed in a peaceful Florence.

But only he knew that such a scene would not last long.

His gaze swept back from the crowd, and for just a moment, Loya saw a familiar figure again at the entrance of a large shop.

Unfortunately, this time he accidentally met eyes with the owner of the figure.

Let’s just pretend I didn’t see it–Loya shook his head, feigning nonchalance.

But trouble is objective and will not shift according to individual subjective will.

Lifting her skirt, the silver-haired girl in simple noble attire took small steps down the curb of the street, parting the crowd with a jewel-like arrogance, as if she were Moses dividing the sea.

Under the astonished gaze of passersby, Kalandria walked straight up to Loya:

“Hey.”

Still ignoring names, like calling a puppy.

Loya didn’t want to bother with her at all.

But because of the arrival of the noble young lady, he had already become the focus of the market.

If he were to ignore the young lady’s condescension, it might seem too pretentious.

Considering the trouble with public opinion, Loya could only deal with her against his will.

He reluctantly put on a polite smiling mask:

“Oh, it’s Miss Laiwenseite. Are you calling me?”

“W-Who else would I be calling?”

Kalandria’s pretty eyebrows twitched a few times.

It’s only been one night, why has even the habit of greeting changed?

Why not call my name?

You know I hate people sticking family labels on me.

And what do you mean, “it’s”? It sounds like you only saw me when I got up close.

You know, in the past, even in a festival square several times more chaotic than the market, Loya could spot Kalandria from the surging crowd at a glance.

As keenly as a puppy searching for its owner.

If you didn’t like me so much and love me so deeply, who would cling on so persistently?

–Stop pretending, Loya.

Feeling that she had seen through the young man in front of her, Kalandria’s expression relaxed somewhat, and she bestowed a smile as usual:

“Hey, I’m asking you, have you thought about what happened last night?”

“Thought about, what?”

“Stop playing dumb.”

Kalandria glanced at him, as if Loya was a clown wearing a mask,

“If you’re willing to participate, I might be able to make special arrangements to take care of and receive you.”

“Participate–oh, you mean the engagement ceremony, right?”

Loya raised his hand and pinched his chin, as if thinking slightly before answering,

“I’ll make time to go.”

“–You!”

What made him say her engagement ceremony as if it was impossible without his presence?

Kalandria’s bright eyes stared straight ahead.

If they were alone, she would have kicked Loya’s shin with her toe.

But for a moment, she caught a glimpse of a spark in Loya’s eyes.

That was the signature reaction that appeared when a specific goal was ignited in his heart–Kalandria still knew him too well.

In the past, whether it was unlocking dungeon puzzles or subjugating monster disasters, even in the most critical and difficult situations, as long as he found a specific goal to break the situation, his eyes would show such a flash.

–Ah~ I see, you actually want to go, but you’re saying it out of pride.

Really, what does a puppy need pride for?

You’re even planning to participate with a purpose… what do you want to do?

In order to save your beloved owner, do you want to throw a tantrum at the engagement ceremony?

Looking at the stubborn Loya in front of her, and thinking about the scene at that time…

Kalandria couldn’t help but feel a lot of anger dissipate, and her chest felt inexplicably itchy.

“What do you mean by ‘make time’? Isn’t it true that you have nothing else to do since you left Swan Lake?”

Regaining the ease and composure that a noble young lady should have, she retorted Loya without holding back,

“Look, aren’t you so bored that you’re wandering around alone?”

Loya chuckled:

“Incorrect. Someone made an appointment with me to take a look at the market street.”

“Appoint… appointment for what?”

Kalandria’s vision, overly influenced by her attention, shifted from focusing solely on Loya to spreading around.

Only then did she suddenly realize that next to her little puppy was an innocuous priestess.

Wait, which monastery’s priest has so little cultivation that they’re randomly holding someone else’s dog?