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Aisha's eyes narrowed at the woman. Her body angled away from her.

The woman has furry gray ears and a slightly pointed nose. She also has the same grayish bushy tail as the Lycus people.

"Is she perhaps a part of the Lycus clan?" Aisha thought to herself. 

But she didn't bother to ask her. She was more excited to ask if she had an idea of what she was looking for. Her feet were already aching from too much walking.

"Hi, I am Aisha. I mean, Lady Aisha," she gave her one of her friendliest smiles. .

She didn't look like a bad person. And besides, she's a woman. 

"Hello, I am Lysa," the woman bowed to her. 

Lysa has long grayish hair too. She was wearing a different kind of garment compared to the other woman in Gaea. 

The upper portion of Lysa's gown was securely fitted, revealing her bountiful breasts. 

Its hem was shorter compared to the other Gaeans. But Lysa was wearing thick stockings to cover her legs. 

In this realm, it looks a little immodest. But it is a kind of skirt that is normal in Aisha's own world. 

"You're so pretty, you're like a Cosplayer," Aisha's lips couldn't stop from smiling in adoration.

Lysa chuckled and looked sideways modestly. But then she faced her again with a curious look on her face, "Cosplayer?"

"Oh, they are cute ladies in our hometown. They're adorable like you," Aisha answered her with a sincere compliment. 

Aisha and Lysa walked away from the store as some buyers were already crowding in to check on the store's items. 

They seemed to be oblivious to the both of them as they were busy looking for the things on their list. 

"You're looking for special grains, my lady?" Lisa asked. Her red tainted lips were curled up in a sweet smile.

She appeared as if she was really genuinely trying to help her with her burden.

"Yes!" Aisha exclaimed with enthusiasm. 

"Well, I noticed you going from one grain store to another. I know a man who has different kinds of grains. If you want to see his produce, I can take you to him. I was about to go there after I'm done here, too. I also need some of them for my father's birthday tomorrow," Lysa explained to her.

"Oh, that's great! Happy Birthday to your dad! I mean your father," Aisha sincerely greeted Lysa's father.

But she deliberately lowered her head to check on her.

Lysa's eyelashes fluttered innocently, while her lips were curved up in a helpful smile.

Aisha bit her lips as her eyes darted away. She couldn't just trust anyone in Gaea. And besides, Rosalia would be waiting for her.

Thinking about her gave her a bright idea. "I have someone with me. Can I wait for her before we go?"

"Two is better than one. If something bad happens to me, she could escape and tell the King," Aisha concluded with a peaceful heart. 

Lysa's face seemed to turn wolfish in a fraction of a second. But it was immediately replaced with a bright look. 

"I also need to go home. My family is waiting for me. The location is just a few blocks away from here. I believe you'll be back even before an hour," she coerced her. 

But seeing Aisha's uncertainty still, she added, "But if you're doubtful of my sincerity, it's alright. I just want to help."

Lysa bowed to her and bid farewell, "So long, my lady. It was nice to meet you. I hope we can meet each other again."

She turned her back and was about to walk away when Aisha stopped her, "Wait!" 

Fortunately, Lysa stopped from moving forward and faced Aisha. 

Aisha's hands squirmed together as she thought about what to do. 

Lysa could be tricking her, making her feet scuffle backward. 

But she thought about her mission, why she was here. It seemed very important for the King. 

And besides, he has been kind to her even though he could have killed her like a fly if he wanted to. 

This is just a small token gift for him. 

Aisha drew in a deep breath and made a decision. "All right, I'll go with you."

Lysa's cheeks heightened in delight at her answer. "You will not regret it, my lady," She bowed down to him. 

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"It's time to pay back; for something that can never ever be repaid."

― Adrian Leslie Lobo