Old Armor

Some time passed.

By the time the noisy arguing between Violle and Frederica downstairs had died away.

“Why… why me….”

Luciella crouched in a corner of the hallway, remembering her disgraceful behavior earlier and muttering the same words over and over.

“Well, obviously, because you’re heav— Mmph!”

“H-hey!”

And Ren, who’d been about to say something to Luciella,

shot a sidelong glare at Huey, who’d suddenly rushed up behind and clamped a hand over Ren’s mouth.

-Bam!

Bending forward, Ren kicked a leg back and flipped Huey over...