Vol. 11 Ch. 4: It's Not Breasts That Matter. It's Love.

Cyril instinctively rubbed his eyes and took a second look at the scene before him.

The two people the gardener called "my companions" and waved to wore matching robes.

Although their faces were hard to make out beneath their deep hoods, it was easy enough to tell that one was a slender man and the other a petite woman.

The most noteworthy thing about the pair was the robes they wore. These ceremonial robes, made of dark navy fabric embroidered with gold and silver thread, could only be worn by the Seven Sages, the kingdom's greatest magicians.

Still holding the cat against his chest, the gardener hurried over to the pair in robes.

"Hey, it's rare to see you two out in the garden!"

At the gardener's words, the man in robes muttered in a low voice,

"...You never showed up at the Jade Room, so we had to come all the way to fetch you."

"Is that so? Aw, sorry to make you come all this way. Thanks! Oh, want some vegetables?"

"I don't need any."...