"What's wrong?" Yenaier spoke first, breaking the frozen silence.
Zeng Mu came back to his senses and wiped the corner of his eye with his fingertips, peering through the gaps between them for another careful look to make sure this dreamlike haze was real.
She's absolutely beautiful. Not just the ultimate feminine softness Lingya has-this beauty is far too distinctive, a blend of heroic spirit and dashing confidence. One look makes every hair stand on end. Is this something like that strange feeling women get when they steal a look at men? he marveled inwardly.
"Oh, right, I remember now. Judging by your appearance, you must be Nameless, right? The man without a name or surname?" she asked again.
"That's me. You know me?" Zeng Mu replied.
She shook her head. "My uncle mentioned you. He said Nameless was a rare sort of knight and told me I should get to know you if I ever had the chance. But I really can't be bothered socializing with people."
The smile on Zeng Mu's face faded slightly at that, but she continued, "Still, now that I've met you, you seem pretty good. Better than he described. Probably... because there's something unusual about your bearing."
"Are you an Elementalist?" she asked, her jewel-like eyes glimmering.
"You could say that. What about you? What are you doing here?"
Yenaier raised a hand and stroked the bobbing head of the horse beside her. Under the touch of her slender, strong fingertips, its eyes narrowed to slits, and it snorted in delight.
"Feeding this Thousand-Mile Horse, of course. By the way, the groom said you brought it back?"
"Yes. I rescued it from between that fellow O'Connor's legs."
Her voice cooled, and her eyes turned as cold as glaciers. "Oh, O'Connor? That captured Viking?"
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