Iron Matron
Lucavion continued his leisurely stroll through the bustling streets of Andelheim, the sounds of the marketplace gradually fading into the background as his thoughts shifted to his next destination. The Iron Matron, or as his master had once affectionately called her, "Little Bear." The memory of his master's words resurfaced, and Lucavion couldn't help but smirk at the thought of the formidable woman carrying such a nickname.
'Well….Master just causally talked about it at that time, but who would have thought I would meet one of the people that Master saved in this place.'
At that time, Gerald had mentioned the girl with a voice of wonder.
"Master…..You must have said quite a lot of people in your prime?"
"Hehe….You brat...Of course, your master saved a lot of people. There was this particular girl who had caught my attention at that time."
"Caught your attention?"