C193 The Massage Storm

"I want a massage too!" Lankro suddenly interjected, just as Egerton and Cereza were sharing a tender gaze—at least, that's what Cereza thought.

Though it was a mere ten minutes—a span so brief it could almost be dismissed—in Lankro's eyes, it felt like an eternity.

"You're going to give me a massage, so Nome, please move aside," Egerton misunderstood