Spring in Lutèce always overflowed with a romantic atmosphere.
Although people from other countries often labeled Charlemagne people as "promiscuous" and "in heat all year round", no one could deny that the spring in the city of flowers made it particularly easy for young men and women to fall in love, even foreigners couldn't escape. Couples could be seen intimately everywhere along the Seine River, under the arches, in the parks, and in the suburban forests, with the scent of hormones fermenting throughout the entire capital city.
However, this seemed to have no effect on Roland.
Lift, swing down.
Lift, swing down.
Each swing of the sword was clean and crisp, without any slack, reminding one of a calm water surface.
"Damn it..."
Frustration escaped from the corner of his mouth. The peaceful atmosphere dissipated as Roland grabbed a towel, wiped it casually, threw it on his head, and sat down without a word.
