"War Throne?"
The Silver Waterfall Swordswoman still headed to the War Throne amid Tinker Bell's enthusiastic, non-crotch-gazing invitation.
Though the Undead are known for talking to themselves, randomly thanking someone, or suddenly making strange movements that startle, setting aside these quirks, the other party is still quite trustworthy.
By the roadside, a campfire was lit, the dark red flames illuminating half her face, one side scorching hot while the other endured the unique chill of the fractured moonlight.
She found Tinker Bell's self-talking, without gazing at the crotch, quite amusing.
"Ah? You want to watch again? Just this once, wow!"
Tinker Bell backed up two steps and nudged her nose as she spoke.
Like a cute, whiny, dim-witted puppy.
Thump~Thump~!
Silver Waterfall Swordswoman Lea's heart suddenly began to beat wildly; she thought the other's antics were rather adorable.
Gurgle gurgle.
