Maris floated gently beside Lucan as they traversed the dense forests. Her pink hair shimmered like delicate strands of silk, framing her perfect face, and her light blue eyes sparkled. She couldn't resist playfully leaning into Lucan, her curvaceous figure brushing against his arm. Her lips curved into a mischievous smile when she noticed Lucan stiffen slightly.
"You know, Lucan-sama, you shouldn't be so tense," she teased, pressing her breast against him just a little more. "A man of your strength should be more relaxed around a delicate Saint like me."
Lucan sighed softly, shaking his head. "Maris, we're in the middle of a something urgent. This isn't the time to—"
"Time to what?" Maris interrupted, her voice lilting with amusement. "To enjoy myself? Hehe, I never knew you be tense if I do this."
