"Don't come any closer. Who are you?"
Just as Herta took a few steps forward, the handsome man in ornate silver armor spoke, his expression as cold as ice.
The silver spear in his hand instantly swung around, pointing at the space in front of Herta.
"Suzuko... how should I answer..."
Biting her soft lips, Herta asked quietly, her face full of tension.
She had absolutely no experience with romance. She was a complete idiot at it.
"Don't be afraid, Sis. We're choosing the best answer for you!"
Soon, the so-called correct answer appeared on the pale blue screen floating before Herta's eyes.
With everything hanging in the balance, Herta had no time to hesitate. She could only recite it directly.
"Hmph... shouldn't you introduce yourself before asking someone else questions?"
She folded her arms across her chest and spoke with a haughty expression, her long, snow-white legs trembling slightly.
What the hell? This is the correct answer? I'd be better off just telling the truth.
"Oh, Sis, you just don't get it! You have to really catch his interest before you have a chance to win him over!"
The familiar voice in her ear answered Herta's doubts.
Whoosh!
The silver spear traced a fierce arc. The upper dome of the entire school building collapsed in a clean cut, like butter sliced by a knife, sending up great clouds of dust.
"Tell me the truth, or... die!"
"Wah, I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I'm Herta Miyuki, a second-year student at Shuiyue Middle School!"
With no time even to call for support, Herta instinctively told him the truth.
She was still very afraid of that silver spear, which was over two meters long. If he really charged her once, she would be done for.
"Oh? You're Herta Miyuki?"
The Silver Gun Prince