Cute

"That was too dangerous. You shouldn't do things like that anymore." 

Saru looked toward Dyon with a slight frown, her demeanor carrying a seriousness to it. 

"You mean calling out a Peak Immortal Essence expert for being a whore was dangerous?" Dyon teased, pretending to be shocked by this realization. 

"Dyon." 

Seeing the petite Saru place her hands on her hips, Dyon couldn't help but think that she looked like a cute little wife. 

At the moment, they had taken up a room in the alchemy guild. It was supposed to be a refinery, a place that was essentially custom built to maximize the efficiency and quality of pill concoctions, but it doubled as a personal residence as well.