She turned her head among the trees and smiled at him, her milk-white skin glimmering in the morning light and mist, utterly different from everything else.
But he could only stare at her stupidly. His confidence, arrogance, and carefree ease in front of others were completely useless at this moment.
The only thing he could do was desperately hide the bouquet behind his back.
But clever as she was, she had already seen the flowers in his hand and seen through the embarrassment on his face.
"No, Daniel." Her cheeks flushed slightly. "You're a young master. If someone sees you, I'll die of embarrassment."
I'll die of embarrassment...
Die of embarrassment...
I...
But—the more embarrassed and flustered he became—the more he wondered what to do. Should he tell her that he had painstakingly picked them all the way along Mirror River?
A chill swept over him.
Her voice sounded again, cold as frost:
No, Daniel.
On the second-floor corridor, D.D suddenly came to his senses. At the critical moment, he raised his arm and drew his sword, knocking aside the deadly blade hurtling toward his face with a clang!
Damn it—the clash of metal rang out as D.D clenched his teeth desperately. Why had he lost focus at a time like this?
But reality left him no time to think. The enemy's second strike followed like a shadow, forcing him to recall the most basic swordsmanship footwork: sidestep, turn, and block while leaving the best opening for a counterattack...
Just as the Old Knight had taught him.
Yes, the Old Knight—that irritating, red-nosed old man—was currently sprawled crookedly across what had once been a bustling Knight training ground but now reeked of sour alcohol, surrounded by his own vomit.
"Do you know, Little Danny?" The Old Knight