So the knights Claude spoke of could only be war knights, only the Silverlance Pegasi—the finest and strongest warriors of Kazimierz.
"Then what are you planning to do...?" Centaurea said dryly. Her mind had practically stopped working; she simply could not imagine how Claude intended to take control of Kazimierz's Silverlance Pegasi.
Claude suddenly raised his hand, adjusted his hair, brushed the dust off his armor, and even straightened his cloak. Then he revealed a smile with a strange meaning behind it.
"Looking at me like this, do you think I could pass for a Silverlance Pegasus?"
It had to be said that Claude looked exceptionally good. If he changed into the silver-white armor of the Silverlance Pegasi, he would look even more like one than Nearl. But what did that have to do with what he was saying...
Centaurea suddenly understood, and her entire face stiffened. The girl's fair, pretty face froze like a porcelain sculpture, utterly motionless. Her cherry-pink lips parted slightly as she remained blankly stunned.
Claude's absurd plan had left her dumbfounded.
"HAHAHAHAHAHA!!"
Claude burst into laughter at the sight of her expression. He reached out and pinched the girl's remarkably elastic cheek, pulling it slightly before letting go, leaving behind a red mark.
The pain in her face brought Centaurea back to her senses. Covering her cheek, she viciously kicked Claude, but it only produced a dull thud against his greaves. The damage seemed practically nonexistent, which immediately made her feel indignant. She jumped up, wanting to grab Claude's face.
The two of them fooled around for a while. In the end, Claude deliberately went easy on her and let her seize his face and give it a fierce tug. Only after seeing the satisfied smile on the girl's face did he continue.
"If I