"Lucas, you pervert!"
Accompanying the shrill scream was a whooshing sound and the presence of my sister sticking close to me while facing away from me to look at the others present guardedly.
Seeing her solemn face, one would think that there might be someone who was having nefarious intentions against me and was lying in wait for a long time when I was inside the boiling magma.
But the ones she was guarding me from were the maids from our household.
(But why did she just call me a pervert?)
I poked her shoulder and asked inquisitively.
"Uh, my dear sister, why are you trying to protect me from the maids? But first of all, why am I a pervert?"
Alice turned her head, and while glowering at me from top to bottom, she hissed.
"If not you, then who is the pervert? Where are your clothes?"
"Oh…"
I looked down and found myself in my naked glory.