Lynch was indeed very curious about this, but Fannie Ela didn't seem inclined to explain much. She merely glanced at Lynch with bright eyes burning with the spirit of battle, and the corner of her mouth curled into a provocative arc.
"The last duel in the square was interrupted by the untimely chime, and we couldn't truly determine the winner, which is quite a pity." Her fingers subconsciously tapped lightly on the hilt of her sword, her tone filled with undisguised longing.
"I hope we can have a chance to battle again. Let me see if your sword is still as... unexpected as it was."
With that, she no longer gave Lynch the chance to question her, tossed her flame-like long hair provocatively, turned around with a bold and confident stride, and walked toward the boarding entrance of the Flying Aircraft, leaving Lynch's confusion behind.
