“Irina,” Bluepool called out her name. This was met by a cold glance from Curtis, making him shift backward in reflex.

Irina smiled at him and said, “Thank you, I owe this to you. How are the merfolk?”

Bluepool’s fishtail slapped against the grass underneath, and he said in a gloomy tone, “I don’t dare to go back anymore. You mustn’t go back on your word—you have to be responsible for me.”

“Ssss~”

Curtis flicked out his tongue and looked towards Irina, his voice rising a pitch. “Responsible?”

Irina twirled her ten fingers together and murmured, “Mm, ah… yeah.”

A murderous intent appeared in his eyes.

Although Irina felt extremely...