Theron exhaled a breath and smiled. He seemed quite relaxed about the whole thing as he walked back to Ayame's side, reaching his arm out toward her.
She gave him a glance but ultimately took his arm anyway. Normally, she wasn't out and about like this. And even if she was, she certainly wouldn't be wearing a dress like this one. The only reason she was was because of Theron.
Quite frankly, she would be lying if she said she wasn't annoyed by the stares she had been receiving. But she thought that she would have to just endure it and kill them later when it was more convenient.
Who would have thought that Theron would do it for her, and so quickly at that?
Well, they weren't dead. But they might as well have been.
There were certainly strong methods of healing available to the masses, and this was especially so for geniuses like these two. It was even more the case for those of decent rank in the Resistance Army.
