Ray let out a faint smile at Sylas's words. Her smile, which was rarely seen, was dazzlingly beautiful.
"…"
"…"
The two shared a quiet smile, each gazing at the other. Just as Ray looked away, slightly embarrassed, Toby, standing nearby, spoke up.
"Could you two not create such an odd atmosphere right next to me? It's making my hands curl inward."
"…"
"W-wait a minute. Why are you raising your fist—ouch!"
Sylas dusted his hands off with a refreshed look.
"Well, we've seen enough. Shall we go meet Max?"
"Why did you punch me?"
"Quiet. If you don't want to get hit, at least learn to read the room."
Ignoring Toby's complaints, Sylas was about to move when someone blocked their path.
It was a mercenary knight, looking more like a thug than a knight. The bearded man grinned with an unpleasant smile.
"Could you wait a moment? I have something to discuss."
"…What do you want?"
