Ugh… what do I do? What do I do!
Luviana crouched low in the dirt beneath the bushes, trembling all over.
Unaware of her predicament, Ellion spoke again in his cool, commanding tone.
“If you don’t identify yourself by the count of three, I’ll consider you an enemy. One, two…”
“Considered an enemy” meant only one thing—he was about to attack.
A single strike from a Sword Master could very well kill her.
Ugh…!
There was no choice.
Driven to the edge, Luviana finally forced her trembling legs to move and stood up.
“Luvi…ana?!”
“…Yes, it’s me. I’m not an enemy.”
Even Ellion looked startled, his eyes widening.
But he quickly recovered, narrowing his eyes and staring straight at her.
Then, tightening the towel knotted around his waist, he spoke dryly.
“I didn’t realize the young lady had such questionable tastes.”
“…Pardon? Questionable tastes?”
This time, it was Luviana’s turn…
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