Chapter 67: End of First War: Part-1 [Bonus]
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Pride was like... had a completely deadpan expression as she stared at Leo, who was lying flat on the ground, looking dazed and a little out of it. And then there was Valra—who had somehow, completely out of nowhere, landed right on his face... like, exactly on his face.
Her skirt had parted like a blooming flower mid-fall, and now his face was... well... Pride didn’t even want to begin describing what was happening down there.
Valra blinked in confusion as she looked around hazily.
"W-Where am I? Oh? Pride? What are you doing her—Nnggh~?!"
Suddenly, Valra flinched hard, her body stiffening when she felt something—something cold—make contact with her ass. A chill shot down her spine as she froze in place, eyes wide.
"A-Ahh?! Wh-What is that?! Why is something... cold touching my butt?!"
Her face turned pale with horror as she hesitantly looked down. Her eyes scanned the familiar black pants... polished black shoes... those legs.
The same ones she had spent countless nights admiring, dreaming about. Her heart skipped a beat—no, it exploded—as her eyes followed the outline up. Slowly... terrifyingly slowly... she tilted her head to the side, and then froze.
Her skirt was completely fluttered over a body. And not just any body.
His body.