Instead, she smeared her face, which had only had a few black marks on it, into a complete mess.
The black ash spread across her fair skin, growing darker and messier the more she rubbed.
She even got a black smudge on the tip of her nose.
Seeing Ryu Lion looking so clumsy and pitiful, making more of a mess the harder she tried,
Haimo sighed somewhat helplessly.
"Forget it."
"Let me."
He really could not stand watching anymore.
With that, Haimo stepped straight forward.
The movement made Ryu Lion instinctively want to back away.
But the counter was right behind her, leaving her nowhere to retreat.
She could only watch as Haimo's hand reached toward her.
It grew larger and larger in her pupils.
Then.
He wiped the layer of black ash off her cheek.
"!"
Too close.
For Ryu Lion, who had severe psychological issues and now hardly allowed anyone except Syr to touch her,
under normal circumstances, if any man dared to do this to her, or even merely tried to approach her,
her first reaction would absolutely have been to break his wrist along with his arm.
"All done."
And yet.
At that moment, Ryu Lion's body was as stiff as a board.
She seemed to have been frozen in place.
Even her breathing had stopped.
Even after Haimo withdrew his hand, glanced at the smear of black ash on his fingertip, and casually rubbed it off,
Ryu Lion still had not come to her senses.
"..."
So much so that Chloe and Lunoire, who had witnessed the entire scene from the side,
at that moment,
had almost identical expressions on their faces.
Their mouths hung open, their eyes wide.
As though they had witnessed something unbelievable.
This was Gale!
*An elf with a fixation on