Farcia
The dim light of the candles shone on the figures of a man and a woman who sat facing one another in silence. On the forehead of the half-demon woman, the light of the contract seal flashed before quickly fading away.
“...You, um, you–”
The demon woman kept her head lowered for a long moment before she finally looked up at Arias and stammered out her words. Her eyes flashed unwillingly, but if you looked deeply into them, you would see that there was also shyness, and her pale cheeks turned red like a cherry for some strange reason.
Arias, meanwhile, could only watch her reaction confusedly. This was not at all what he was expecting. ‘Shouldn’t she be angry?’