But after the crowd moved aside, they discovered it was their beggar leader, clutching a bizarrely shaped arm, lying on the ground howling loudly.
And in front of him stood that seemingly delicate and fairy-like maiden.
"Ah ah ah! Murder! Murder! These people want to kill my man..."
"Stop your howling!"
Just as a disheveled, filthy woman rushed to the man with the broken arm, prepared to extort money, a sweet and soft rebuke reached her ears.
It was indeed very sweet and soft.
Even though the word 'howling' was not pleasant, coming from her mouth, it sounded sweet and without any threat.
The woman grew bolder, assuming she was an easy target to bully.
"You little wench! I'll fight you today!"
The woman never expected it was this young girl who wrenched her man's arm, still thinking it was the guard behind her.
As she rushed over, the seemingly frail young girl kicked her flying.
