Facing the two ladies who were dawdling, competing to see who would make the first move, Gendilarei, who had been watching curiously, laughed happily: "You can finish signing earlier and then go have a fight on the sea.
The sun is shining, and the scenery is just right.
The audience is in the millions, ah, if you fight beautifully enough, tens of millions is no problem~
Don't be fooled by the departing Undead Tribe; just to watch such... ah... beautifully clad young ladies fight, even if they've reached Kalinsan, they would instantly fly back."
Iltmara stood up seductively and drifted straight towards the high platform where Thorne was sitting. Although she looked at the serious-faced knight, her unapologetic words were clearly aimed at someone else: "Heh~ It seems that even though you've been in the same city for hundreds of years, there's no friendship between you two~
After all, with the dawn, Silvermoon has long entered into sleep.
