"Eh? A r-ride?"
Lady Olive blinked, wavy blond hair rustling along with the wind filtering through the open carriage door, and her bangs fluttered over her blue eyes.
Blank, the Legendary Mercenary King, was in a position Lady Olive perceived to be rather… uncomfortable.
Blank stood inside the carriage with his head held low, curtsying to Olive.
"Yes, My Lady," The masked man spoke with a rough, but smooth voice. "I'd like to ride with you and your escort as I am also on my way to Rindell."
Maxwell, who sat on the chair in the carriage, watched Blank with amusement layered in his blue eyes.
'At least his presence here will relieve the boredom to a certain degree,' Max thought.
Frilo shook its head, pouting in disagreement.
Maxwell chuckled, gazing at the slightly uncomfortable Olive.
The young lady couldn't quite meet Blank's eyes, and her blue pupils wavered incessantly as she fiddled with her thumbs.
"Please," she managed to voice out, her tone shaky, "raise your head."
