"Do you even know what you are saying?" Lucy turned angrily to look at the unabashed Lucimar.
But Lucimar only showed a mysterious smile: "Ah, being softly brushed by those small hands, it's worth a little suffering.
Look at Gavin O'Connor, he also looks absent-minded, right?
Look at those people next to him, all starting to move closer to the center of the battlefield... hehe~
That useless Xibil, a Level 7 Knight... can't even win a one-on-one fight, and has given others a chance.
I see that one, what's his name... his face doesn't look good!
Tsk tsk, a beauty's sweetheart must be a hero, being a coward is not impossible, just might have to die... oh, Undead, won't die.
Tsk, what a pity."
"You still have the mind to watch the excitement? If this goes on, the Ismael Family won't hold up!
That's all yours, you... forget it, I'll go down myself!" Lucy suddenly turned and rushed out of the room, slamming the door behind her.
