“Oh?” With his arms still crossed, Okame raised an eyebrow, a mischievous smile on his lips. “Well, if that’s the case, what are your thoughts on chopping wood or thatching a roof, peacock? Hard, hot, peasant work, best done in a loincloth—wouldn’t want to get your fine clothes all sweaty, would we?” “It would not be the first thing I have done in a loincloth, Okame-san,” Daisuke said easily, and while I was wondering why Reika’s face had gone red,
ZERO chill
