Silvara slightly loosened her chokehold, her eyes still wide with shock. Just as her grip was about to tighten again.
"Stop it!!!" Lucas shouted while gripping Silvara's hand tightly.
She's really going to kill me… he thought, trembling all over. His body was still a mess; the skin on his buttocks had repeatedly clenched from the cold cave floor and from Silvara's actions. Yet even now, she still looked breathtakingly beautiful—her hair cascading loosely, her two graceful breasts rising and falling proudly, doing nothing to diminish the overwhelming aura of a Knight that surrounded her.
At that moment, Silvara finally released her grip. "Who are you?" She instantly became wary, summoning her Claymore once more and slowly stepping back.
