Chapter 475: Legion of the 60th Floor 5
I approached the front of the chaotic procession to look at Irene.
Katie clung to her right side while Grace stuck to her left, making a fuss. Whether they'd noticed the anger in her speech or not, Irene's face flushed red at their praise about her beautiful holy power and goddess-like presence.
With her quiet, gentle nature of following from behind, she clearly couldn't handle direct praise - it was cute. Still, I couldn't keep watching the scientific debate about whether berserk caused erectile dysfunction forever, so I quickened my pace to join Irene's side.
Grace noticed my steel boots deliberately approaching and moved aside with a bright smile.
"Irene."
"Yes, Roland."
Since the procession moved at Irene's pace at the front, walking side by side to talk was easy. Not riding horses or wagons might be some Goddess Faith tradition. Come to think of it, during the last real holy war, only goods were transported by wagon while priests and nuns walked.
Thinking this, I walked slowly. Thankfully being at the front meant seeing only open plains instead of naked ogres and blood-painted banners.
Walking right beside her, our forearms would brush... except I wore solid armor. Worried about bruising her soft skin, I moved half a step away, but Irene stared at me and took one big step to link our arms.