บท 223: The Past of Heloise

Under the gentle breeze, the white mist by the lakeside swiftly dissipated. 

By now, Heloise had dressed herself. She carefully folded the temporary black cloak that Felix had lent her and returned it to him when he returned.

"Lord Felix,  the Nefarious Tiger King thanks you for your aid, the crisis of rampage has been resolved."

"Haha, think nothing of it."

Observing Felix's warm smile, Heloise found it rather miraculous. Felix was like his cloak — plain and modest on the outside, only revealing its comforting intricacies upon closer interaction (or wearing). 

She hadn't felt such considerate care for a long time, not since the time when her family from the tigermen race surrounded her, back when their territory was not yet invaded.

"Heloise, shall we continue our journey?"

"The apostle of  the Nefarious Tiger King is always ready to move!"

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