"Mr. Laine saved me, I feel obliged to wait for him, don't I?" Banda straightened his back as much as possible. He was dressed head to toe in brand new chain armor, with the two-handed greatsword behind him shining like new. His hair and face had been carefully washed and groomed, clearly trying his best to present himself.
"..." Teresa didn't respond, she felt anxious. She had naturally seen records of the Doomsday Bull in Celestial Vault Castle, so her mood was particularly irritable.
Banda stood behind the female sorcerer, greedily inhaling the fragrance emanating from Teresa, the scent of lavender almost intoxicating him. The duty of standing guard was not a hardship; for the Little Mercenary, it was an ultimate pleasure.
If only that White Wolf Knight would stay out in the wild for a few more days, Banda thought suddenly as he gazed at Teresa's back and her black hair shimmering with light.
