Lucifer was walking beside Gwendolyn, who got the rest she needed—when he entered her room, it was a mess with clothes everywhere, but now she wore both her normal chainmail dress with her elegant clothes borrowed from the Lady of Blatolia.
"Will you remain beside me until the end like always, Lucifer?"
"Even if you pushed me away."
"Haha... I am so blessed; if only we could just travel without this happening."
Honestly, her face said this, but when fighting or saving people, her face beamed with delight, and so Lucifer decided to play on those feelings, not wanting her to forget the kind of person she was when left alone.
"But you shine so beautifully in battle, and it's quite fun to experience these things beside you."
Her eyes looked stunned as she smiled brightly, suddenly stopping our pace along the corridor—Gwendolyn began to check his face, sniffing his neck as if that would show whether he was telling the truth or not.