There was still hope.
"How are you so sure that they won't move?" Erza folded her arms, her piercing gaze fixed on him.
Reinhardt grinned, the kind of grin that for some reason made people want to punch him. He didn't answer. He didn't need to, mainly because he couldn't explain it himself. It was just instinct, a gut feeling that came from his divine traits and the faint shimmer behind his pupils... [Eyes of Divine Clarity].
Seeing that insufferably confident smirk again, Erza clicked her tongue and turned on her heel. "Tch. Fine. Keep your secrets."
"Well, that went well," Reinhardt muttered with a laugh as he watched her leave. Then, just as she was about to disappear from view, he called out softly, "Hey, thanks for helping earlier."
His voice barely rose above a whisper, but the other party was also a level 10 legendary hero, it reached her perfectly.
A sharp snort was his only reply before Erza stomped away.
"Haha," Reinhardt chuckled, amused.
