"..."
"..."
In the bushes at a corner of the Royal Palace, a noble young man and two scantily clad girls were staring at each other, speechless.
Shane was once again questioning his life.
The two girls were stunned by the sudden situation, frozen there, unable to react for a while.
And naturally, they all recognized each other's identities.
Indeed.
They happened to know each other and even had quite a bit of history.
"You-you-you...!"
Tilly pointed a trembling finger at Shane, looking both shocked and incredulous.
Beside her, Cappelen, who was holding a piece of clothing, remained silent for a while, then suddenly drew a replica of the Holy Sword and charged towards Shane, using the clothing to cover her body.
"Swish!"
The replica Holy Sword's tip pierced the air with astonishing speed, aiming at Shane's direction.
"Ding!"
