What Was Needed Was Human Warmth

"Lord Charon?"

Mist gazed at Charon as he left the temporary quarters as though fleeing.

What was that?

Why had he suddenly fled that place with a terrified look on his face?

"Ah, Miss Mist."

Sensing Mist's gaze, Charon turned his head and looked at her, the maid uniform discarded and replaced with the functional clothing of an assassin.

Was it called a full-body catsuit?

Fortunately, she was wearing a cloak, so the situation did not become awkward for either of them.

"So what is the matter?"

"Ah..."...