"Cough, cough!"
In an instant, all the small movies Rod had seen throughout his life flashed through his mind. The wonderful performances of his teachers immediately corrected his abnormal state, bringing him back to normal.
But regardless, he dared not look at the Dark Moon Princess again, only fixating on Olivia.
The Moon Knight Olivia was considered a rare beauty, her skin as cold as ice, with facial features of remarkable sculpture-like quality, an air of valor and dignity between her brows, like a sharp sword drawn from its sheath.
"Little Rod, long time no see."
Olivia smiled and said.
"It's truly unimaginable, in the blink of an eye, you have become the True King. The once weak little brother who needed my protection has grown up into a man who stands tall."
Rod laughed, "Sister Olivia, although my strength surpasses yours, I will forever be that little brother in need of your love."
A sly gleam flashed in Olivia's eyes: "To receive my love, you must save Troli."
