The female blacksmith pursed her lips, her cheeks, already reddened from long exposure to the furnace, turned even more rosy.
The angry expression she had originally worn quickly disappeared.
In this brief moment, it felt like a long time had passed.
She even forgot to breathe.
"Hiss..."
That was close…
She nearly made a fool of herself.
The female blacksmith regained her composure and quickly adjusted her expression.
Gauss exchanged a glance with her.
He wondered if it was an illusion.
Gauss even seemed to see what looked like wisps of smoke rising from the top of her head.
"You... hello, my name is Sif Albena."
Gauss found it a little odd that she'd been staring at him so intently.
Why was that?
Because the woman's strong physique combined with her current bashful demeanor gave him an intense sense of contradiction.
Beside him, Jon smirked, showing a 'just as expected' expression.
He had anticipated this scene.
