As he spoke, he proactively stepped to Aiven's side, standing shoulder to shoulder with him. Aiven seemed to have let go of his initial wariness and willingly bent slightly to meet her eye level.
Then, he rubbed his hands expectantly, carefully taking a rolled leaf of windflower handed over by the girl and gently unfolding it.
"Hmm, using such a treasure for the first time, what should I write?"
The troubled words had just fallen.
Tss——
He suddenly jerked his head back, narrowly avoiding a sharp cold glint aimed at his neck, taking advantage of his "full concentration" in thought!
The flower branch armor was not the immediate combat Knight's heavy armor; for the sake of flexible neck movement, it had no neck plate and was one of Aiven's few weak defense points.
As he dodged, he simultaneously launched a counterattack, extending his right hand with lightning speed to grab "Miss Moonstone" by the neck.
"Ugh..."
