I AM TOAA's GRANDSON (PHELIO)

He was so sweet and cute. She is really fond of him.

She talked with him while working in her office. Everything was very dull and boring, but talking to him through the chat made her day brighter.

Sullivan talked with her and joked with her a bit before starting to tell her about the new quest they will have to partake in in order to raise the level of the chat.

This quest will start next month, and the dimension they will go to this time is probably more dangerous than the last one.

Sullivan gave her general information about the world.

Hermione listened to every word Sullivan said to her. The more she listens to him, the more she feels restless.

'Why does he know so much about other dimensions? Is it because he is the guild master? but I don't think that was the case. If it were his privilege, he would tell her already. He knew the word muggle. He shouldn't have known if he was one when he talked to me for the first time. That means he has some knowledge about my world, but not all in detail.'

This must be something he tried to hide, but not with some kind of hidden agenda. That was too complicated for him, and all the time she knew him, and it wasn't that long, but she didn't need that long to see through someone as young as him.

He didn't like to lie because it was too troublesome for him, and that was his true essence: a lazy bum.

Hermione could speculate on many theories.

'Should I ask him the truth?" Will he think badly of me?

Hermione was scared. More than even when she met with a dangerous enemy.

She was hesitant, but at last she decided to ask him the question that had bugged her all this time.

The thought about the basta*d made her take this decision.

He was now her closest friend. She wanted to make sure that he was who she thought he was. So she will not be hurt in the future.

Hermione: Sol, actually, I have something I want to ask you, and please don't be angry, okay?

Sullivan: I am hardly angry with anyone. Don't worry. You can ask me anything.

Hermione: Why did you know so many things? Is it a privilege to be a guildmaster?

Sullivan looked at the text Hermione sent him and went silent. He didn't know if he should tell her the truth or use the way she paved the way for him to lie.

She was too kind to him. She didn't want to pressure him too much, so she made a choice for him. If he wasn't ready, he could use her choice of lie.

She led him with the second question, asking if it was a privilege to be a guild master, which she knew it wasn't. Hermione was very smart and wise. She had many clues already but wanted to listen to his own mouth, or in this case, his texts.

Sullivan shook his head. It wasn't like he wanted to hide it from her in the first place.

So he told her the truth and his opinion, which he believed.

Hermione went silent for a while before replying to him.

Hermione: Thanks for not lying to me. Even though you could use the choice I prepared for you.

Sullivan: I don't want to lie to you. I know it will hurt you, so I won't do it.

An arrow shot into her heart. He was so cute that she wanted to hug him to death.

'I will hug him and spoil him so much that he will beg me to stop... Oh, my dark thoughts again!'

Hermione reclaimed her calm. She didn't know that she had this side of her.

'One month is too long. I want to meet my dear brother. This time, I hope we can stay in that dimension longer than the last one.'

Sullivan looked at what Hermione texted him. He could only shake his head. She forgot to manually stop the thought of sending texts again.

'I don't mind it, though."

He even looked forward to it. The crushing softness of the flesh of his sister and the smell of paper and ink His hormones were dancing again.