Chapter Hundred-Thirty-Nine – Swords
They reached a small lake, with small flowers surrounding it. Baxter unconsciously smiled, picking a flower up. The breed was different from the ones he usually saw.
He paused, then dropped the flower. Why was he reacting to flowers like that idiot Sorren? Dusting his hand off, he looked ahead.
"I will wait for you here—" Valkyrie sensed a familiar scent. It was indeed Frida. "I'd cross with you."
Baxter wondered why she changed her mind but he brushed it off. Having a pretty girl cheering him wouldn't be bad and could boost his morale.
"Sure." He stepped into the lake and saw it wasn't deep, he placed in the other leg but was pulled down. He struggled to find his balance again.
Noticing the werewolfess didn't go in, he stretched his hand to her. "Come, I'd help you."
Valkyrie shuddered internally. Why would she need his help to cross a lake she had crossed a million times already?
