"Huh?"
Elder Turner paused, clearly taken aback, stopping mid-sentence.
But the sound that had just interrupted him was fleeting. After hesitating for a moment, he decided to continue reading.
"Due to the exploitation of the common people by certain powerful merchant groups, and the numerous wrongdoings they've committed, the Thalindor Kingdom has imposed higher taxes on some of the merchants entering the kingdom in order to..."
But then, once again—
"Ah~"
Interrupted. Again.
This time, Elder Turner's attention was completely drawn away. When he looked up, he was utterly dumbfounded.
He saw Timothy standing behind the goddess, his hands resting on her bare shoulders, massaging her with a technique so precise it seemed to hit every single pressure point perfectly.
And under this incredibly soothing sensation, even though she tried to cover her lips with her hand, the goddess couldn't help but let out another soft sound: