Soka pouted, continuously making "squeaking" sounds to pass the boring time.
Lynch raised his head from the pile of books: "Soka, you can take this time to groom your feathers, fly a couple of laps in the tower, and relax."
"I've already flown several laps." Soka wasn't interested in Lynch's suggestion, she raised her little finger: "And, I've already groomed my wings several times, there's absolutely no speck of dirt now! Do you have any other suggestions, black-robed brother?"
Putting down the pen in his hand, Lynch rubbed his forehead. It wasn't that the little angel was bothering him. Soka was, in every sense, an obedient little girl. If Lynch asked her to sit quietly, the little angel could sit still for an entire day. However, the mage was not someone who enjoyed making others suffer. Watching a cute little girl unable to do anything but sit idly, he couldn't bear it.
