Three weeks later.
"One bottle of Energized Water, please."
In front of a small tower surrounded by nurous trees, a young man with bright red hair and bronze armor plates stretched out his hand, placing a silver coin into the palm of a store attendant.
"Give
a minute, Slayer Jemie," said the young lady with purple hair, bowing subtly to the dashing man before her, before retreating into the store in a rush.
"Haha, take your ti," Jemie replied with a smile. He stepped away from the shop, his stride casual as he approached a small group standing a few ters away.
"Ah? Where's Guilliman?" Jemie asked, scanning the group with mock confusion. Then, as if realizing sothing, he looked down and smirked. Sure enough, Guilliman stood before him, glaring up with narrowed eyes.
That's right—he was poking fun at Guilliman's height again.
Jemie, seventeen and already standing tall at 6'2
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