Yang Yi felt an inexplicable pressure coming from the Heavy-armored Knight and involuntarily stopped in his tracks.
The air grew inexplicably tense, even making the painter caught between them shiver. He shook, got up, and carried his easel and little stool into Balie's room, which was also where the hammering sounds came from.
The atmosphere persisted until the girl on the Heavy-armored Knight's shoulder spoke.
"Hello, my name is Bell. This is my knight. He's rather quiet. You can call him... Galahad."
Bell spoke, her crimson hair spilling down like silk. Her face was as exquisite as a porcelain doll's, giving her a terrifying, inhuman air.
She seemed extremely interested in Yang Yi, a smile lingering on her lips.
"Yang Yi."
Yang Yi gave only a brief reply before looking at the Heavy-armored Knight again, his gaze barely lingering on Bell. To him, beauty was no different from bare bones. She was even less appealing to look at than the tiger lady downstairs.
After watching for another few seconds, Yang Yi vaguely sensed that the Heavy-armored Knight was looking at him too. Finding it rather baffling, he rubbed his head and said,
"Galahad, right? You look really strong. How about we find a chance to... spar?"
Yang Yi himself was surprised at why he had asked that. By the time he realized it, the words had already left his mouth.
But the knight merely snorted coldly and walked past Yang Yi with heavy footsteps.
"Sorry about that. That's just how he is. Don't mind him."
Bell smoothed things over, acting very lively, and even sent Yang Yi a friend request.
He hesitated for a few seconds before accepting, then received a silly-face emoji accompanied by the words, "Looking forward to getting along!"
Nothing but weirdos.
Yang Yi grumbled inwardly and