"Ouch, ouch, ouch~! My clothes are caught, be gentle!" the man behind the bushes cried out in pain.
Leon ignored him, grasped the man's ankles with both hands, pushed against the stone pavement on the garden path, and pulled with all his might.
With a rip, the sound of fabric tearing could be heard.
Leon only felt a sudden looseness in front of him, took two steps back to steady himself, and finally dragged the man out.
The splendidly feathered hat fell to the side, and the disheveled man collapsed onto the grass.
The vibrantly colored coat he was wearing was also torn open by the vigorous pulling.
Letting go of the man's ankles, Leon tilted his head to look at the man's face.
At one glance, the signature thin mustache sparked his memory of a half month ago.
"Galliard? What are you doing here!?" Leon asked in surprise.
He wasn't mistaken; it truly was that indecent poet he had seen in Dragon Throat City.
