219. An Orphan's Tale

"Aaaa…" 

"It seems she's getting tired now." Sylvester chuckled, seeing the girl struggle so much while reaching him. She certainly had no experience in what she was trying to do. 

Even the crusaders were laughing as the girl appeared cuter than deadly. Still, they kept their guards up just in case she turned out to be the decoy. 

Eventually, the girl reached Sylvester while panting uncontrollably. She clumsily proceeded to stab her little knife at Sylvester's stomach. 

Pa!

But she received a warm slap on the cheek from Sylvester, sending her back a few feet away, tumbling to the ground and her knife released from her hand. But she didn't cry, for she was an orphan and had learnt the hard way that no one ever came to help wipe the tears. 

She just glared at Sylvester with her shocking golden eyes. 

This was merely the third time Sylvester saw someone with eyes like his own. He was instantly interested in her. 

"B-Big Sis!"