Someone had firmly grasped the tip of Gydarra's sword, hindering him from delivering a deadly attack. He tugged at the weapon, but it seemed immovable. Gydarra was astounded by the immense strength of the girl before him. "What on earth? Who are you?!" he exclaimed.
"Good evening," the girl greeted Gydarra, her expression composed yet resolved. She delicately held his sword between her thumb and forefinger. "Do you mind if I ask what is happening, so that I can try to help solve this issue?" she inquired.
The audience was awestruck and filled with admiration. Some had heard of her, and others had long been in awe of her. A magical aura seemed to surround her, and everyone was captivated by her presence.
"Olivia Aveline?" Robert said in a low voice.
Olivia cast her gaze towards Robert and gracefully waved her left hand. A faint smile graced her lips as she called out, "Hi, Robert!" Her voice was light yet determined.
