Erica - When a Friend is Obsessed With Me

Chapter 14

In the sky on a flying beast - no fear.

He had never seen anyone shoot a bow so insanely well before.

Her air resistance was like a dog's, the core strength was incredible, and she looked as calm as if she was in the woods instead of the sky.

From her straight shoulders to her fingertips, there was never a hint of slack while she pulled the string.

What made it even more mesmerizing was that it was a fast-paced performance without a single mistake.

He was nervous when he saw her face, but he couldn't believe she was a young girl.

It didn't make sense given her skills.

"..."

Chaud's searching gaze slowly settled on Erica.

The pale skin that looked so smooth. Long eyelashes that fluttered and fluttered.

Lightly pigmented brown hair that he wanted to run his fingers through.

She was beautiful, both subjectively and objectively, but it wasn't her fair face that intrigued him.

'What kind of woman-'

A scar on her collarbone, starting at her shoulder blade. He watched her fingers, rough calluses jutting out.

She had the air of a longtime mercenary veteran, as if she had been through it all.

Her impeccable physique was the most striking aspect.

While she may have possessed innate attributes, it was evident from the way her shirt hugged her sleeves that she had undergone rigorous training since childhood.

'... How is such perfection possible?'

It felt like gazing into a mirror.

He had never encountered someone his age adorned with such remarkable attire.

The unprecedented flawlessness before him ignited a sudden impulse.

"Erica."

A deep voice called out. Erica, in her inebriated state, was slow to respond.

"Rouse yourself. Look at me."

Finally, their eyes met. They locked gazes.

"Erica."

"...Ugh."

"Would you like to pair with me?"

Erica's eyes fluttered open and closed sluggishly.

Her thoughts moved at a languid pace, her mind clouded by alcohol.

'...Did he say "pair," or did I mishear him...'

There was no way he would offer a fixed pair to a mercenary he'd only known for a day.

It was as unthinkable as proposing marriage to someone you'd only known for a day.

He must have confused the concept of a pair with that of a temporary team.

Erica opted to overlook the misunderstanding made by the man with a robust physique who seemed unfamiliar with mercenary terminology.

"Pfft, keuk... this kid from the West."

"I'm from the East, actually."

"You're just a country bumpkin, you're not very knowledgeable... If you want to team up with me in the South, you'll have to wait your turn."

"Why's that?"

"Because I'm in high demand..."

"Yeah, but why are you alone today?"