(LXV) Trouble Always Comes in Threes

The girl wore a long-sleeved shirt beneath her robe, revealing slender arms and thick legs in light tights as the robe fluttered as she landed, pulling her hood back. Her hair was tied back in a ponytail, giving her a somewhat boyish appearance. She smiled warmly, looking into his eyes.

"You've gotten quite strong," Sera said. She spoke in a calm tone, yet her smile never wavered. She didn't seem threatening in any way. She gazed into his face, waiting for him to speak.

Jackson remained silent, unsure what to say. After a moment, he lowered his blade, sighing in relief.

"Um, what happened to you back there?" he replied hesitantly.

She shrugged lightly. "I'm sorry about what happened a few days ago, those guys are so pesky!!! Every time I show up, they always show up and chase after me. I was really worried about you, too. But thank goodness you managed to survive somehow!" she exclaimed happily.