The girl saw a face even more handsome than she had imagined.
Is this the appearance of the knight who saved me... is this really not a dream?
A bit less manly and rugged, a bit more gentle and beautiful, yet unchanged is that warm smile.
"Looks like you've heard, hehe."
Herbert looked at the girl's dazed eyes, smiled, shook his head slightly, and extended his hand to her.
"Give me your hand, do you still have the strength to stand up?"
Stand up?
Oh oh oh, stand up, how can I sit on the ground in such an inelegant manner.
Teresa suddenly came to her senses, nodded, and shyly extended her hand, wanting to gently hold that big hand.
"Ah!"
Then she saw her own hand.
It was a monstrous hand, stained with filthy blood and covered in scales.
Nightmare enveloped her soul once again.
"No, no, no!"
Teresa quickly retracted her hand and backed away, continually saying, "I..."
She suddenly realized the deep chasm between her identity and his.
