Chapter 80: The Bad Guy
“S-So... how have you been?”
“Oh, you know. Getting by.”
Tiffany and I chatted for a while longer, and I eventually got her permission to start speaking casually.
‘Honestly, I’ve always wanted to speak more comfortably with her... but it’s not easy.’
Part of it’s because of the etiquette drills my mother drilled into me when I was little, but in truth—I’ve just never had anyone I was close enough with to drop honorifics.
Maybe Cecil, my little sister and steadfast ally, is the one exception?
Ah, and the demon I recently brought into the mansion—I speak informally to her too, mostly because I see no reason not to.
But aside from that... Tiffany is probably the only person I’ve ever talked to like this. My oldest, and now confirmed, friend.
“S-So how did you become the Hero? I mean... I am your destined partner, so I guess it makes sense. Hehe...”
“...Didn’t know you could talk so normally.”
Feeling a strange, almost nostalgic warmth, I suddenly noticed Tiffany’s tone had turned—normal. Curious, I tilted my head and asked.
“Eep!”