Just before the masked legendary mercenary jumped, he gazed at the young blue-haired escort.
"We will definitely meet again, Lad."
The masked man turned away from Maxwell, and he jumped down from the rolling carriage, voice echoing in the distance as he landed:
"Woohoo!"
Maxwell shrugged.
'We definitely will.'
Olive rubbed her face, sighing as she muttered to herself:
"Oh, Mr. Ed…"
Frilo finally let out a soft huff, feeling at ease with the absence of Blank.
With the masked monster out of the way, Frilo grinned, merrily making its way to Olive's hair, leaving behind faint trails of azure energy.
While Maxwell… he leaned in, interlocking his fingers.
Finally, he was alone with the young lass.
"So," Maxwell began, voice smooth. "About your friend. Can you tell me more about her?"
Olive's eyes widened.
"Oh?"
A mischievous smile surfaced on her lips, one that suggested that she'd… probably misunderstood Maxwell.
"My friend is…"
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