"I don't think 'stupid' is the right word," Aske said softly. "You just lack experience in this area."
"Why do you have experience, then?" Nora moved closer to him, slowly wrapping her arms around her legs and resting her cheek on her knees as she gazed intently at him.
"Aske, you've never talked about yourself."
"Do you want to listen?" Aske glanced at her.
"Mm," Nora hummed through her nose.
"I'm actually not a native of Constantinople." Aske looked into the distance. "I come from a very distant plane. You could say it's somewhat similar to the Dragon Country, only it is extremely far and nearly impossible to reach by any means of transport—it's another world altogether."
"Oh," Nora smiled. "I often see such plots in novels, where the protagonist inexplicably travels to another world and then starts to thrive, sort of like you..."
She suddenly stopped awkwardly because there was no smile on Aske's face, just a serene look at her.
