"Such a perfect face, and that petite body. I'd be in heaven."
With all sorts of inappropriate thoughts running through his head, the knight stepped into the room. A strange chill swept over him, and he instinctively glanced toward the space beneath the bed.
"I keep feeling like something's hiding in the shadows. Don't tell me a magical beast got inside?"
The Templar Knight was just about to bend down and investigate when Gherlos chuckled behind him.
"Stop wearing that heavy armor already. Why don't you take a bath first? I like things clean."
"You're quite sensible, aren't you? I suppose you understand and have accepted everything by now."
The knight dropped the act and began undoing the straps of his heavy armor.
"You're the most obedient one I've ever met. Heh. It's a shame that you'll… never mind. Talking about it ruins the mood."
After removing the cumbersome armor, the knight turned around.
