The path back to the village was quiet.
Dry leaves crunched faintly beneath their boots as Amon and Scarlett walked side by side.
Neither of them spoke. There was silence between them.
Amon's face, however, was unusually bright. The exhaustion from training had not erased the grin that kept tugging at his lips. His steps were light, almost careless.
Every few seconds, he replayed the image in his mind. Scarlett forming that perfect crimson sword… and the faint blush that followed his compliment. Then how close they were.
He couldn't stop smiling.
Scarlett walked beside him in silence. From time to time, her amethyst eyes shifted toward him. The blush was gone now. Her expression was calm as always. But there was something else beneath it.
Suspicion.
Confusion.
Why is he smiling like that?
She looked forward again. She should have beaten him for being a pervert. But somehow she ended up blushing.
