I Really Do Like Him That Much

Lucia donned the Black Lion uniform that had been folded in a corner of the tent.

Then, out of habit, she brought the sleeve to the tip of her nose.

Sniff-sniff-

It had been a night spent rolling around after a fierce battle without even washing properly. Hadn't the scent of blood and sweat seeped into it?

It was an unconscious action that had surfaced from her instincts as a young lady who always maintained impeccable cleanliness.

Belatedly finding her own behavior amusing, Lucia lowered her arm.

This wasn't high society, but the middle of the Ashen Forest. What did it matter if she smelled a little?

When she stepped out of the tent, she saw a figure in the thick darkness.

"There you are."

It was Astin, standing beside the tent entrance...