Lance felt no pressure tearing off their glamorous facade.
More importantly, even you, Junia, can't beat me, so I'm not afraid of you getting anxious.
"I can't tell... I really can't tell!"
Hearing this, Junia seemed startled, as if the torch in her hand was a demonic temptation, the rising flames reflecting a scene of hell, frightening her enough to drop it.
The torch's flames, deprived of strength, quickly extinguished, with the surrounding darkness encroaching at a visible pace.
But before the torch fully hit the ground and went out, it was caught mid-air by a large hand, and the suddenly intensified flames dispelled the darkness once more.
Through the firelight, Junia saw Lance holding the torch, his steadfast and resolute face dispelling her fear.
With him here, things won't descend into chaos.
Lance swung the torch, lighting the candle so that the room's light source was no longer restricted, and only then did he slowly speak.
