After a moment of chaos and panic, Maria swallowed hard, barely maintaining her usual indifferent and calm facial expression.
"So, this is what you meant..." Maria slowly stood up from the chair, her long legs clad in knee-high boots, and politely pressed the tricorne hat she held in her hand against her chest.
The female hunter looked at Lann with a speechless gaze.
"'The atmosphere here is nice, such things rarely happen'...right?"
Lann, already pressed onto the bed, could only raise one hand.
"Wait! I can explain, this really doesn't happen often! Rita, maybe you could get off for a moment?"
Earlier, when Lann's neck was locked from behind, it was easy to tell who it was.
Considering Margaret's penchant for tricks, using magic to eliminate footsteps and scents to sneak up for a surprise attack was entirely expected.
