On Lovers' Avenue.
Monet and Sugar, who had just been "rescued," were forcing themselves to stay calm as they dealt with Rebecca's concern.
Meanwhile, Garen took Nami's hand and turned to leave.
Since a chivalrous little girl had stepped in to disrupt things, he no longer needed to personally save those two ill-intentioned women just to raise Nami's affection for him.
"Wait!"
Monet gritted her teeth and shouted after Garen.
Garen turned a deaf ear and walked even faster.
Yet despite her injuries, Monet desperately chased after him.
"Lord Garen, please wait for me!"
As she spoke, she deliberately missed a step and fell heavily to the ground.
A large patch of painful-looking red and purple scrapes immediately appeared on Monet's fair, delicate skin.
"Big sister!"
Sugar hurried over to gently help Monet up, while Rebecca also rushed over after them.
Seeing this, Nami immediately stopped.
Looking at the miserably pitiful Monet and Sugar, the sympathy and pity in her eyes grew even stronger.
"What is it?"
Garen turned back helplessly and looked at Monet with an icy expression.
"I don't even know you."
"Why are you stopping me in the street for no reason?"
His attitude was exceedingly cold, nothing like the warm, universally accommodating man he usually was.
"Garen."
Even Nami found this overly cold attitude somewhat hard to accept.
"Don't you think you're going too far?"
"You don't have to flirt with girls, but you don't need to talk to them like that either, do you?"
Still, though she voiced some disagreement, Nami was actually quite satisfied with the firm attitude Garen had shown.
"Lord Garen!"
Monet seized the opportunity and improvised a story meant to close the distance between them.
"If I'm not mistaken, you must be Lord Garen, the Knight of Justice!"
Garen continued staring