5.0 - Limervan

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5.0 - Limervan


The girl started waving her hands in embarrassment, as a sign that I misunderstood her.


"I have no bad intentions, so you can put away that sword. If I had bad intentions, I wouldn't have helped you escape." She said.


"Okay, fine."


I put away my sword.


"I watched you for a moment and wondered what you would do with those thugs. You bravely approached them."


I didn't comment on it.


"From your clothes and appearance, I can see that you're not from here."


Okay.


"How long have you been in the capital?" She asked.


"One day."


I sat down next to her, I felt that the conversation would last a while.


"You're probably interested in what's going on here, so I can explain it to you."


The girl had burgundy hair, medium length, parted almost in the middle. The hair was cut in a specific way. You could say that it was layered. She was wearing a white shirt, a leather corset and short, also leather, shorts. The coat she wore was a bit darker than the color of her hair.


The burgundy-haired girl touched her chin with her hand, wondering where to start. She was sitting cross-legged on the roof and watching people from above.


"You could say that the current king was murdered. At least that's what the rumors are."


Oh, interesting.


"He was young, he had no family, no wife, so nothing was left of him, and the entire continent was left without a king."


Cool.


"Actually, that's all in a nutshell, hehe..." She turned to me, noticing that I was focused on something else.


"I have to get stronger somehow..." I mumbled to myself, looking at something other than the girl sitting next to me.


If such thugs, like the ones I saw a moment ago, allow themselves to do such things, then I have to be stronger than them. The ones who approached me were definitely weaklings, but you never know who'll come... .


 I suddenly finished my thought when I heard the word magic.

"Hm? Do you have any connection with magic?" She ​​asked, changing the subject.

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