At the sa ti, the maid called Elsa ca in with a tray on which were two cups of coffee.
Enzo and Miya stopped talking when she arrived.
The maid was in her 20s, she seed to be filled with curiosity so she kept glancing at Enzo and Miya.
However, she didn't dare to stay too long. After placing the tray on the table, she quickly left.
"Sit down and have a drink first," Miya said to Enzo.
The latter did not refuse, feeling the need to drink coffee to warm up his body.
anwhile, Miya picked up so more clothes, bringing them to the sofa where she sat.
"I originally wanted to keep these clothes as a display, after all, they were personally made by my hands, but I thought it was better if they were worn by the person who saved ," she said.
She sat down opposite him, starting to fold the clothes while Enzo showed a doubtful expression upon hearing that.
"Sister Miya, is it alright to give them to ? It's better that you keep them as a nto. After all, battles in the Primordial World usually damage clothes so much that they can no longer be used," he said.
"It doesn't matter if they're damaged, it's better if they're damaged in battle than gathering dust in the closet," Miya replied, seemingly insisting on giving them to him.
She then folded the clothes quickly and each fold was very neat.
After that, she took a plastic bag from the sofa's desk drawer, putting the clothes into it before handing it to Enzo.
"Please accept this, Enzo," she said with a pleading expression.
This was beyond Enzo's expectations and her expression made it difficult for him to refuse.
He finally accepted the plastic bag while saying, "You are too kind to !"
"This is nothing compared to your actions in saving . As an ordinary human, I really can't repay the kindness of an Awakener like you," Miya replied, as if regretting her lack of ability.
"Haha, I think these clothes are worth more than treasure since they are sothing you personally made after making a great discovery," Enzo said, laughing to lighten the mood.
Miya seed happy to hear that from him because he viewed anything from her as valuable.
"By the way, are you hungry? I'll cook dinner," she said.
Enzo originally didn't feel like eating because he was already satisfied at the Japanese restaurant, but with such a pleasant interaction with her, he felt better if he accepted the offer of this dinner that would be personally cooked by her.
"Of course, Boss Miya's cooking must be very delicious, I can't wait to taste it," he said in a joking tone that made Miya want to laugh.
After that, she stood up.
"I'll change my clothes first and then go to the kitchen, you can wait here or go anywhere you want if you're bored. Think of it as your own ho. I'll call you when I'm done cooking," she said with an inexplicable smile before she took a step away.
Her words asking him to think of this house as his own made him pause in deep thought.
A woman would practically not say that to a man unless feeling very comfortable with that man.
Rebecca's guess was probably not wrong at all.
However, this was still hard for Enzo to believe considering their age difference.
"It's really possible, but what should I do?" He wondered, thinking about what decision he should make.
Unfortunately, he was still new as an Awakener. He had not yet fully adapted to how ordinary humans treated him.
If it was Rebecca who was the sa age as him, he could make up his mind easily. He would have practically happily forever lived in her house as her lover had she made him that offer.
However, Miya had many differences with Rebecca that made it difficult for him to make up his mind.
'This is too anti-mainstream a route,' he thought.
If the woman was the sa age as her older sister, it was also still anti-mainstream, let alone that she was 36 years old. Even his older sister still looked like a girl in her eyes.
'I should stop thinking about this...' He shook his head because the more she thought about it, the more his head felt muddled.
Right now it happened that his shadow was very visible because right behind him was a very bright lamp.
When he saw his shadow, he could not help but rember his skill called Shadow Clone, which he had not used at all until now.
"Rise!" he said as he used the skill.
He was rather curious and wanted to use it to distract his mind.
Right after he said that, his shadow that was fused with the floor suddenly ca out from the floor, started to stand up and ford a figure that slowly turned into a human-like one but with a black body that seed to be coated with dark light.
An instant later, a pair of red eyes ford on the figure's head, followed by a nose, mouth, and ears, surprising Enzo as he suddenly saw himself through those red eyes.
"This is really ," he said through the shadow figure's mouth.
It had a different voice to his, sounding very hoarse and frightening.
He looked down at his pair of hands, clenching his fists to feel their power.
Just by clenching his fists, he could make the air tremble violently, then cause the items in the room to tremble lightly.
"This is truly physical strength," he said.
"And my speed..."
He also felt that his legs were so flexible that he could move his feet up to a hundred tis in a mont.
'So this is what it feels like to have high Strength and Agility,' he thought.
It was a different feeling from having high Primordial Energy.
He had not felt it until now.
"But, do I really have no shadow now?"
He stared down with a strange expression. Ever since his shadow turned into that shadowy figure, there was no more shadow around his body.
It seed to be permanent and would only return when he turned the Shadow Clone back into his shadow.
He then returned it which only took one thought.
It rged with the floor he stepped on.
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