Chapter 42: 042. Stone of Truth (4)
"Are you an idiot? No matter how much of a spirit you are, there's such a thing as common sense..."
"Arwen, what are you doing?"
"Oh, Cecilia."
Arwen stood up at the sight of Cecilia bursting into the kitchen.
Cecilia was leaning in with sparkling eyes, as if she were straining to see something invisible.
"Were you talking to the spirits again? Where are they this time?"
"..."
Arwen looked around.
Spirits. Perhaps because it was an elf spirit mage that had appeared on the continent after a long time, there were always many spirits in the house where Arwen lived. Not just a lot, but really, very many.
As evidence, there were small, cute animals scattered all over the kitchen. Of course, the one that Arwen had conversed with the most was the squirrel named 'Wind,' who had declared itself a low-level wind spirit.
[ The contractor is really an idiot. The intuition of a spirit is never ordinary. ]
At the squirrel's teasing, Arwen frowned.