"Kyaaa!"
The scream pierced the air like a blade, high-pitched and indignant.
Cale's head snapped toward the source, and for the first time, he actually registered who the second girl was. Her face was flushed crimson, her body instinctively curling in on itself as she scrambled to cover herself with whatever fabric was within arm's reach.
'Fuck! Fuck fuck! Is this my ancestors cursing me or something?!'
Zenith Kastor. Daughter of Valeryen Kastor—the man universally acknowledged as the strongest swordmaster in the entire kingdom. A prodigy in her own right, with a cultivation talent that rivaled even Emma's.
And he'd just seen her completely naked.
Emma, meanwhile, wasn't screaming. She was glaring at him with an intensity that suggested she was definitely considering whether she could kill him and get away with it.
