The next day, David, holding a crystal-clear legendary magic amulet and walking slowly out of the Silver Castle to greet the morning sun, still looked quite baffled, his gaze especially vacant. It was as if his soul had been hollowed out; he looked just like a gigolo who'd just been spoiled by a wealthy matron.
After all, he had found himself entangled in a fight with a seasoned legendary warrior overnight. The enemy fought to the death with a momentum in no way inferior to that of a giant Dragon, so it could be considered an evenly matched battle.
But… what happened to the simple guard mission we agreed on? How did it turn into this mess?
How am I going to explain this to Dad when I get back?
He always thought those 'young miss and her bodyguard' type novels were ridiculous, but when this kind of plot happened to him…
Damn the suspension bridge effect.
David stared silently into the sky, yet bizarrely found the whole ordeal a bit thrilling.
