Ragnar's attention was caught by the voice that echoed across the hallway. The voice was so familiar that he could recognize it even if he was asleep.
As much as he told himself that he wanted nothing to do with the owner of the voice, his conscience wouldn't let him ignore it. Besides, he'd just check and make sure that it wasn't her, then go back to Roz imdiately.
Ragnar silently prayed that he was just mistaken, but the closer he got, the clearer the voice was. He shut his eyes tight upon knowing that it was indeed . . . Silvia.
Silvia was alone for so reason, and she was facing another group called Dark Python — the group of her archenemy, Trixie, and her boyfriend. They were ganging up on her.
Ragnar didn't want anything to do with the situation.
He just wanted to confirm where the voice was coming from, and now that he had confird that it was indeed coming from his fiancée, he was out of there.
However, before he could turn back, Silvia noticed a big greenish body lurking beside the bookshelves, and her face brightened upon seeing the na on top of the player's head.
?? "Ragnar!" Silvia yelled, not considering whether others would recognize Ragnar. Nothing else mattered as long as she was saved.
Ragnar closed his eyes tight. The others would surely notice that it was him the mont that he answered Silvia's call.
Silvia might die, but she wouldn't suffer any penalty. As for him, his private life was in jeopardy.
So the best course of action this ti was to . . . make a dash for it!
Ragnar swiftly ran for his life without looking back, leaving Silvia to defend herself.
"Ah! Ragnar!" Silvia gaped and couldn't believe that Ragnar would leave her alone.
No! She should have expected that from her cold fiancé.
Ragnar would rather escape from trouble than help her if it would bring him a little inconvenience.
Despite knowing that there was no love between them, still . . . he should have at least thought about the years that they had known each other!
Silvia stomped her feet and growled. "Co back here!"
She ran after Ragnar at full speed, leaving Trixie and her group dumbfounded and clueless as to what had just happened.
But that didn't matter. They wouldn't let Silvia get away — not when they had finally cornered her and could finally exact their revenge.
"After her!" Trixie ordered, and the situation imdiately turned from horror, thriller, and action into a ga of chase.
"Ragnar, help !" Silvia yelled, eyes bloodshot as the wind splashed across her face from how fast she was running. However, she couldn't seem to close their distance.
Ragnar briefly glanced over his shoulder and gasped when Silvia and a group of players were onto him.
"Leave
alone. Why are you following ?" Ragnar hollered back.
"Stop right there and help !" Silvia yelled in return.
"Don't pull
into your problems. Just log in to another server and leave
alone."
"I can't log in. That would make
a coward!"
"What kind of logic is that? Forget your pride and log in to another server, woman!"
Silvia couldn't log in to another server. Their group had just arrived on this server and hadn't even accumulated enough candy points.
It just so happened that they got separated along the way. It also just happened that she had shitty luck today and stumbled upon Trixie's group.
Silvia gritted her teeth, and her eyes were burning Ragnar's back. She took a deep breath. [Estoc] in hand and with a casual twist of her wrist, a series of invisible forces sliced through the air, aid at Ragnar.
No damage was done since Ragnar's DEF was so high, but Silvia's skill had a knockback effect. Ragnar was pushed forward and lost his footing. He fell to the ground, face first.
"Ha! Got you!" Silvia said in glee, and before Ragnar could recover, she quickly leaped forward, landing on Ragnar's back and grappling him to the ground.
Silvia's soft breasts pressed against Ragnar's back, but the softness of her body didn't affect him one bit. If anything, he was annoyed and wanted to throw Silvia off his back.
But the woman's hand was tightly wrapped around his neck, while her legs were wrapped around his waist.
"Get off !"
"Help
first!"
"Get off , or I'll throw you to the ground!"
"Is that how you talk to your fiancée?"
Ragnar was about to retort, but Trixie and her group caught up.
Panting, Trixie laughed. "It's the end of the line Silvia. Co down there and fight ."
Silvia grinned, sweat trickling at the side of her cheek.
"Sure, I'll fight you. But one on one."
Trixie laughed and elegantly gave a half-shrug. "It's not my fault that you lost your team."
"You. The Orc there," Robert called. "If you don't want to get beaten, hand that woman over."
Ragnar would love to, but Silvia's hold on his neck tightened.
"Wait . . ." Trixie's eyes squinted, and she asked, "Are you . . . Ragnar Axis?"
At the ntion of his na, the others murmured.
They took a good look at the Orc. It was hard to tell because of the maw on his mouth.
". . ."
Before Ragnar could deny anything, Silvia leaned in and whispered in his ear.
"They still have doubts. Help
get rid of them, or I'll tell them that it's really you."
"Y-you . . ."
"Help
just this once, and I won't bother you for a day," Silvia bargained.
Ragnar took a deep breath. "Don't bother
for one week. No ssages, no calls, no dates."
"Do you hate
that much?"
"You're annoying and needy, and I'm tired of hearing your problems about how you can't get that perfect hair or that perfect nail color."
Silvia smacked Ragnar's head.
If soone saw her just now, they would think that she was a fraud. Silvia was a graceful and elegant woman who would never grapple an Orc.
"Fine," Silvia agreed. Ragnar would miss her presence anyway. It had always been like that. He would call and ask her out for dinner soon enough.
"Can you let go of
now?"
Silvia released him and faced Dark Python with a satisfied smirk on her face.
"This is Ragnar, one of my loyal fans who's head over heels on ." Silvia ignored Ragnar's pointed glare. "Be warned. He is strong."
( . . . continuation on NOTES)
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