Anna had set up all the Spiritual Power Instruments and crystals.
The base was finally taking shape.
Rod was surprised to discover that she was so capable, organizing everything methodically; the instruments and crystals were neatly arranged, their functions clear at a glance, and there had been no issues during assembly.
"Anna,"
Rod said approvingly, "it seems you have functions beyond being a horse, huh?"
Anna replied angrily, "I am a centaur! How many times must I say it? Don't treat me like a horse. Or do you just want to ride me every day?"
Rod chuckled, "Aren't centaurs part-horse too? With your speed, who wouldn't want to ride you?"
"Shut up!"
Although Anna seemed fierce, she wasn't truly angry.
Being treated as a horse wasn't a problem as long as she could be of use, which was certainly better than, say, eating shit.
Anna simply didn't want to openly admit it, as being ridden was a bit embarrassing.
