She had just slain a monster, and some of its blood had splashed on her. Women, in particular, didn't like to smell bed, especially in front of guys they had a crush on.
'Let's just hope he won't be weirded out.'
Ignoring the stench, she rushed to Roy, stopping behind him.
As she reached him, she hesitated for a moment before finally speaking up. "Lord, I want to return the sword to you," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
She didn't know why, but she was feeling shy because of him. If he were to turn towards her, he would see that redness had suffused her creamy white cheeks.
'Ugh! It's all because of him that I am feeling so weird. Why did he have to give me such a special sword?!'
"Why do you want to return it?" he asked, turning to look at her. He noticed that her face was abnormally red.
