Chapter 4: Master
“You’re saying I’m your disciple, Pamon?”
<So suddenly?>
The book took the words right from me.
<What’s this about, Pamon? Are you serious?>
“Would I joke about something like this?”
<That’s why I wish it was a joke. Risir probably feels the same way.>
“I suppose so. Which is why I’m sorry, Risir, because you have no choice but to accept.”
Pamon’s expression and tone remained unchanged, as she spoke calmly in her typical lively manner. Her attitude confused me. How was I to take her statement?
Well for starters, I was curious.
The meaning of a master-disciple relationship in this world was by no means light. I wanted to know why this extraordinary woman suddenly wanted to take me as her disciple.
“Er... Is it because of my constitution?”