Phield fell into confusion.
He could clearly feel three legs kicking against him—it wasn't an illusion.
"Could it be Simon, that damn pervert?"
Phield wanted to lift the tablecloth and look underneath, but that would violate noble dining etiquette.
The sensation on his leg didn't feel like it came from a man, and Simon's legs weren't that long anyway.
Before Phield could figure it out, another leg kicked him again.
"???"
Could Florine be some kind of spider spirit? Unable to suppress his curiosity, Phield tried kicking both legs toward Florine.
"Mm~" Florine let out a soft hum, shooting him a look filled with confusion and curiosity.
That expression left Phield stunned. So it really wasn't you… This is awkward. Turns out the pervert is me.
Simon, meanwhile, had no idea what was happening. His thoughts were still entirely occupied with the Vigor Elixir.
