After a huge uproar, Justia had returned to her usual elegant appearance.
It was a far cry from the violent swinging of the warhammer. It felt like a cat that had thrown a lot of punches and then acted like it was nothing.
I calmly walked away as if nothing had happened, whether or not the short blonde guy who claimed to be her fiancé was lying around.
"How have you been?" I asked.
"Thanks to you, everything was fine once the Empire certified that there was no physical harm," she replied.
"Still, it must have been difficult," I said.
"It's okay. I came back safely, so I have to accept that."
Surprisingly, Justia seemed very calm, even though all kinds of rumors were complicating my thoughts.
'As expected, she is no ordinary women,' I thought.
Somehow, I felt like the armor suited her better than this fiancé of her.
Oh, now is not the time to be thinking about that.
