Fortunately, Aiwass had always been on edge, so the moment he sensed danger, he fiercely threw out a card.
"—Don Quixote!"
He shouted without hesitation.
The splendid, radiant Pure White Knight formed in front of Aiwass.
However, Aiwass did not expect Lily to react even faster—
She leaped silently from the shadow and landed on the ground without a sound.
Lily looked down at the seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy, wearing a straw hat and holding a clay pot, with anger burning in her eyes.
The boy, who had been kneeling and kowtowing like other passersby, suddenly raised the clay pot placed beside him and tried to smash it—the sense of crisis Aiwass felt emanated from here.
Obviously, Lily, as an Adapter, sensed the life-and-death crisis a moment earlier.
Lily appeared silently, snatching the water-filled clay pot from the boy's hands!
The boy was startled, bewilderedly looking up at Lily.
He was clearly just an ordinary person, not knowing the extent of Lily's strength.
