Chương 67: Chapter 67

If it was her only chance at escaping, despite it being a shot in the dark, Cecil would accept the challenge.

"Fine--"

"Ah, hold on," Leonaut raised his eyebrows. "I haven't said my condition for winning."

"What do you want?"

"Of course, the two of you would remain behind and," Leonaut transformed his flute into an ice sword. "You tell me your name."

Cecil furrowed her eyebrows.

What a strange condition for winning.

"Fine, I accept. Let's start." Cecil then turned to Hana. "Hana, stay put somewhere else."

"Mhmm!"

"So eager," Leonaut smirked, before turning to the bandits behind him, his smirk becoming cold. "All of you leave, you useless bastards."

"Yes, boss."

Cecil observed Leonaut, seeing that he was actually bandaged up around the arms and legs. Leonaut noticed her gaze on his body, his smirk becoming a smile.

"Don't worry, you don't need to go easy on me because of these injuries."

"I won't."

"Your expression says otherwise."

Cecil touched her face, puzzled.