"Stop looking, I'll go over next door to borrow a drying pole for you," Luna said with a smile.
"Hehe, you're the best." Vivian quickly smiled and hugged Luna's arm.
"Stop with your sweet talking. Speak. Why did you look for me in this outfit?" Luna asked.
"I came to bid farewell."
"Farewell?"
"Mm. I've decided to go to the frontline to fight it out with the Army of the Dead at the icy sheets!" Vivian nodded with conviction.
"Are you serious?" Luna stared at Vivian for a while.
"Of course!" Vivian lifted her head up and looked into the distance. "I am a lone swordsman and am destined to tread on the edge of the sword. You do not have to persuade me. You would not be able to hold me back."
"You're a knight that could fall from climbing a wall. Are you sure you still want to go to the frontline to face the enemy?"
"Er… that was an accident! An accident!"
"A swordsman that loses her sword?"
"That's also an accident…"
