Panic?
What's there to panic about?
Carson felt that his young aunt was too blunt and aggressive in her speech. It wouldn't have been as bad if she were older, but since she was only a few years older than him, it made him extremely embarrassed, like a pubescent boy caught by his sister secretly washing his pants in the middle of the night.
"No need, no need, I'm not panicking," he said.
His overpowering martial prowess was utterly useless at that moment, leaving him no choice but to escape in embarrassment.
Seeing Carson's retreating back, Leah Frost laughed.
"Quite shy, aren't you? Looks like we need to find you a girl who's a bit more outgoing; otherwise, this progress bar is never going to move forward."
"Hmm, which family's daughter would be suitable? Not those enchanting friends of mine, they're the type who'd eat a man without spitting out the bones."
"Just don't know what type of girl this kid likes. Demure, flirtatious?"
