"Jeez, what was up with that? 'Lucas?' like you've seen a ghost." Lucas teased as I burned up with embarrassment.
"'Lucas, where art thou?'" Katarina said in a dramatic voice and I squirmed even more from embarrassment.
"I said forget it!" I yelled in an attempt to be intimidating but failed. The two people in the world who knew me the best was none other than the two poking fun at me.
"What's up? You interested in the Templar Knights?" Lucas nodded his head in their direction and I nodded my head.
"Yeah! I mean, they're the strongest, right?" I pumped my fists in the air and Lucas laughed.
Some years ago, I happened to see the Templar Knight, Sheele in action. The beauty of her sword and its swiftness captivated me. Ever since then, what used to be a vague dream became more concrete.
"Ah, I see! It's because of her, right?" Lucas pointed at Sheele and before I could stop him, the devil rose.
