"Aw !!"
She almost fell when her boots got caught in one of the tree roots sticking out of the ground. When Monna had just confirmed that her prey was caught and was not riding her horse.
"As a rule, you don't have to get off the horse. It only remains to tell the people to check your catch,"
Those black eyes mixed with purple light stared at Monna's eyes very closely. Like a slow-motion scene. The position of the two of them will cause a sense of stiffness and tension.
She fell backward onto a strong arm that was holding her up. The other hand holds her waist from the front.
Making their gazes meet was inevitable. Those eyes started to sedate Monna.
Forcing her to blink and apologized.
"I'm sorry," said Monna shyly because she was acting silly. Standing up quickly after pushing Belhart away.
Belhart, with his watchful eyes, regretted it.
