After a long time, Iris finally calmed her emotions and got up from Shane's embrace, her face flushed.
Shane looked at his completely soaked black robe, reflecting, "Women are truly made of water."
Iris, still blushing, asked shyly with a voice like a mosquito's buzz.
"Is what you just said true?"
Naturally, Iris was referring to Shane's words, "When we go back, I'll let you marry the scoundrel you want to marry."
However, Shane didn't catch onto it immediately.
"Of course, it's true."
Still deep in thought, Shane instinctively said so.
After all, a moment before, he was trying hard to comfort the frightened young girl, so he naturally spoke in line with her wishes.
At that moment, Shane didn't have time to correct his attitude, so he instinctively responded.
But Iris's face turned even redder, and visible joy emerged in her eyes.
"This... you said it, okay?"
The anxiety and fear in Iris's heart were completely replaced by immense joy at that moment.
"What?"
