N-No, It's Not Like That!

Elysia’s cheeks, beneath her dazzling golden eyes, were flushed bright red, as though she were burning with a fever.

Her golden eyes were fixed on Varg’s bulging back muscles and sweat-dampened profile, the scars standing out sharply. Her gaze had gone hazy.

At first, Kairen thought Elysia was looking at Varg with the same kind of gaze he was—the admiring look one gave a powerful person.

But.

‘Huh...?’

Elysia’s flushed face and ragged breathing right now...

Couldn’t be called the reaction of someone admiring excellent swordsmanship.

Without realizing it, Kairen cleared his throat and cautiously spoke first.

“I-it’s amazing, isn’t it? Varg’s...”

“Hic!”...