"Hmm... I wonder what my honey bun is doing right now~," Fransesca whispered softly with an affectionate smile, even as another wave of white magic missiles tore through shrieking dark beasts around her.
Her expression never wavered—calm. Serene.
Not a single hair out of place—as if she were discussing dinner plans, not bathing in the bloody chaos of corrupted blood.
"Dear?"
Garius glanced back casually, slicing through another monster mid-spin. The creature vanished into dust before hitting the ground. His twin blades kept swinging—each swing a blur of white and green arcs.
"I'm just a little worry..."
Fransesca's voice dipped with gentle concern.
"...about my honey bun."
Garius chuckled mid-swing.
"Ahaha, don't worry about him."
"He's not alone, remember? He has Buddy."
Another dark monster lunged toward him.
Garius impaled it with one sword, then used its collapsing body as a springboard to vault over a cluster of enemies, landing like a phantom behind them.
