Among a group of shirtless men running together, there was a single unidentified woman.
Though she wasnât bare-chested like the others, the fact that she was running in just a bra made her attire not all that different.
Short, cropped black hair. A ruggedly muscular build and rather sizable breasts.
Compared to the men around her, she appeared to be about 20-30 centimeters shorter. However, itâs important to note that the Silverwood Knights are all over 2 meters tall as a standard.
For a woman, she was quite tall. I couldnât help but wonder if she was some kind of hidden character from the original story that I wasnât aware of.
While I was caught up in those thoughts, Ethan, standing next to me and also looking out the window, asked:
âLilith, is that kind of man your type?â@@novelbin@@
ââ¦What? What are you talking about, Ethan? My type is standing right here.â
âHm, right. Of course.â
â¦A sneak attack like that is unfair. I almost stepped on a landmine.
I had let my guard down for a moment since the pressure from Getmwa Joshegiquat had eased recently. Right, Ethan had always been the jealous type.