C527 The principality of william 118

Her hand moved slowly to the small of her back, where a throwing knife was hidden.

Bang, bang, bang … His palms were sweating with nervousness, and so was his forehead.

She wasn't completely sure, because the person next to her was frighteningly shrewd.

Logically speaking, he was her master. The swordsmanship, self-defense, and fighting techniques she had learned were all taught by him