Chapter 150 - Cursed Dwarven Stones

While slipping through the crowded entrance of the Holy City, Romulus blankly stared at the shameless teases present on Frostella's flawless face. To others, her appearance was comparable to that of a goddess of love. However, to him, she looked no different than before, which would surely blow the minds of anyone on standby with a lie detector. Yet, even if he always saw her as an unearthly goddess, he still couldn't understand how exactly he had become so attracted to the crackpot currently obscuring his vision with her calcium cannons. Like the seven mysteries of the world, this could also be counted as the eighth mystery, and also the one least likely to be explained…