"What are you looking at?"
Looking quite cheerful, Hopkins approached Showering Snow Sword with a laugh, helping her dismount from her horse. He was in high spirits.
"Nothing much, just noticed someone staring at me."
Accepting the sweets handed by the old man, the white-haired girl began unwrapping it at a speed almost leaving a phantom trail and said absentmindedly, "It feels a bit creepy."
Hopkins chuckled, then raised an eyebrow mischievously, smiling, "Don't say that. You're not only young and beautiful, but also exceptionally skilled. It's normal to attract admirers."
"I know."
Showering Snow Sword nodded, then shook her head and said softly, "But... it wasn't the kind of gaze that appreciates me as a woman, hoping to develop an unhealthy relationship with me."
Hopkins was slightly taken aback and asked curiously, "What kind of gaze was it then?"
