"Have you heard about the monster tale of Marsella?"
Conan didn't think twice and raised his sword, only to hear a piercing pang as the tip of his sword's blade made contact on the floor while a foot stepped on it. His pupils dilated, raising his eyes up at the woman before him.
"How dare you attempt to raise your sword at a delicate lady such as myself?" his heart thudded, and the next thing he saw was a hand approaching him. Conan couldn't react quickly as he stood stiff, shocking everyone since he was able to catch up to all Abel's movements, but stood frozen in front of this woman.
However, the woman's hand stopped inches from Conan's face. He and the woman moved their gaze at the overweight girl clinging to the woman's wrist. Her little body swinging mildly; her back facing Conan, her eyes on the woman named Marsella.
