Ashe quickened his pace, but soon remembered something and stepped back to approach Iger again. He lowered his voice. "By the way, don't blame Lys either. It's not her fault."

Iger raised an eyebrow. Before he could retort, Ashe walked past him and scooped Lys up into his arms.

Lys looked at Iger in confusion, then up at Ashe. "Daddy, are you going to… use me as a meat shield?"

As she spoke, she raised her little fists.

Ashe said, "No, we aren't playing that game right now. Come on, use your stare attack on Aunt Perskin!"

Lys widened her adorable eyes and stared intensely at Iger. It's not very effective...

Iger stared coldly back at Lys. It's super effective!

Lys immediately shrank down, burying her face into Ashe's chest. Ashe, still full of expectation, turned to Iger. "So? How was it?"

"You mean how effective your provocation was? Very."

"Eh?! Don't you feel your heart melting? Every time Lys...