|| Chapter 161 || The Nosey Ghana
The pride in her smile. The twinkle in her blue eyes. Moulin's eyes were wide open as if he could fit the whole world in his view.
She was wearing a silver heater shield on her right arm. It gleamed under the light and the muscle on her forearms tensed through the leather straps which kept the shield in place. Within the grasp of her left hand was a sharp arming sword. The blade gleamed under the sunlight and the strong female Maeruthan appeared like a war general filled with ferocity.
"What? Too shocked to reply?" Ghana joked. Her grin could move mountains even it was forced.
Moulin blinked. A frown then shaped his expression. Silver eyes turned fierce. "Don't get distracted!"
"...!"
Ghana turned and immediately swung her sword at the incoming red shards swiftly targeting them. The sound of shattering glass sang in the air as red fragments fell to the ground.