"Sister Natasha…"
Theresa's heart seemed to have been pinched by an invisible devil's claw.
Although she was not as familiar with Natasha, the captain of the maid regiment, as Princess Summer was,
However, his straightforward personality and his straightforward martial arts had left a deep impression on her.
Natasha and Hela, one civil and the other military, were the leaders of the harem group and the trees that sheltered the sisters.
But right now, Natasha, the seemingly ever-victorious tree, had become like this.
Sensing that Theresa was feeling sorry for her from the bottom of her heart, Natasha managed to open her swollen eyes. She grinned, her lips shivering.
