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Lunatea didn't know why Takeshi looked away when she healed herself. Hadn't she already told him that he could look as much as he wanted?

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After they recovered from the fight, they continued their journey immediately, not wasting any time. For all they knew, the port could be under attack from the Varjans right now, since they just fought against a detachment of their forces.

As they made their way through the grasslands, Lunatea’s dress continued to flash her panties at every stray wind that blew their way. Though at this point, even Takeshi should already be used to the view. Lunatea herself had a serious look on her face, narrowing her eyes so she could catch the first glimpse of the port town at a distance. No thoughts on getting a mate crossed her mind.

When she saw the smoke rising in the distance, her heart sank. Were they too late? Had the Varjans already laid waste to the city?

And then, Takeshi bolted once again. She yelled to tell him to wait but it seemed that just like before, he really did not like listening to her.

She exchanged a short glance with her other companions before running after him—her skirt flashing her panties every step she took.

When she arrived, her heart sank even further.

The port city—it had been completely destroyed.

To her surprise, however, Takeshi didn’t let out a cry of despair. Instead, he was busy examining what remained of the place. Judging by all the corpses, and the terrible smell they were emitting, clearly a huge battle had occurred here.

Hearing his conclusion, she raised an eyebrow. “But if the Varjans lost, why does the city look like this?”

When she heard him say “Dear Kikyo”, she couldn't help rolling her eyes. She never liked public display of affection. Unless it was given to her, of course.

It didn't take long until they found the footprints leading back into the grasslands. "Hey, we can probably find your dear Kikyo by these footprints." She pointed them to him. "But you have to take the lead. Tell that lover of yours that we monsters mean no harm. I don't want to get arrows raining down on me just because they think I'm hostile."