Anastasia looked flustered. It was a sharp contrast to the cold or angry reactions she always had. Kronos didn’t know anything about that, and he walked around Anastasia, examining her carefully. 『I’m pretty sure you are.』

Anastasia turned away and avoided Kronos’ gaze. Sweat beaded on her forehead.

『You are, right?』

She didn’t reply.

『There’s no way you aren’t. Hm?』 Kronos tried to look into Anastasia’s eyes, but Anastasia continued to turn her head in the opposite direction. Kronos looked confused about her behavior at first, then he grinned. 『Paw.』 He held his right hand out, and Anastasia’s hand immediately responded. 『So, you are.』

Kronos smirked as he looked at Anastasia’s hand on top of his palm. Anastasia paled, and she turned to look at Kronos stiffly, like a robot that hadn’t been oiled. “Are you really…Lord Kronos?”

『Who else could it be?』

“Impossible…!” Anastasia looked extremely shocked. She had believed Kronos was dead. Then, realizing that someone else was watching her, she carefully asked Kronos another question with a tight face, “Then what about that bas…I mean, that guy?” Anastasia barely stopped herself from saying “bastard”, but her hope that...