"Yeah, no."

The voice was flatly dismissive, cutting through Bongshik’s words with an uncharacteristically firm tone. It was as unemotional as ever, but there was a subtle hint of irritation that wasn’t usually there.

“Mea? Are you back today?”

“…Yeah.”

“Oh, I’m here too, hehe.”

Behind Mea, a girl with pink hair waved awkwardly, her hand fluttering in the air. She didn’t even need to crane her head to be seen. Mea’s height was, regrettably, certified as “shorter” than Ray by the dwarf Svanbjorn. If Priscilla were just a bit taller, Mea might as well be her chest stand.

“Priscilla, …