It was morning the next day and Cecil and his friends were currently at the outskirts of the city. His plans to leave last night were scrapped thanks to a certain someone.
Currently, Cecil was having a huge headache dealing with the extra accessory currently attached to his back.
"I'M COMING!"
"NO!"
"I'm coo~ooming~"
"STOP. SAYING IT LIKE THAT!"
He didn't understand why, but the way Serilla was saying it sounded kinda wrong to him and it caused him to feel embarrassed.
"Please, understand your position a little here, okay?! Aren't you supposed to be this Kingdom's next Sword Saintess?!"
"NO! I'd rather be this world's next Silvaria!"
"What the hell?!"
"I'm coming!!!"
"Oh. My. God!!! Will you stop SAYING THAT?!"
At the moment, Serilla was clinging onto his back like a koala. Her
