There was only one person who called me by name in this world.
"Amby!"
I turned to her just in time to catch her in my arms—she flew toward me so fast, she almost crashed into my chest.
"Necty, you've returned," she said, stopping in place. "I've already heard about your latest victory, and it was as great as any other one. Too bad we couldn't gather materials from the latest giant you killed."
As she spoke, Ambrosia's hands reached to my face and waist at once, groping and poking me all over. I giggled when she poked at a ticklish spot.
"Amby! What are you doing?" I tried to pull her hands away, but she was insistent and her attempts to get under my clothing—incredibly distracting.
"Ensuring that your recklessness didn't injure you," Ambrosia said with unbreakable self-assurance, and finally released me. "Everything seems good so far, but I will need to make a more thorough check later. Under your clothing."
Unlike her, I had the decency to blush.
