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Same kind, not gender, not age, and definitely not race.

It's something you feel deep inside, that this person is just as lascivious as you are.

"Hey you! Be careful with your hand, it'll come off tonight."

The person Ximirya was talking to is a man named Cabellus.

Despite wearing fancy clothes, his left hand was wrapped in bandages, just like Cyclone's, unable to move.

"Yes, beautiful Miss Ximirya, I understand."

He even had the audacity to call Ximirya "beautiful," it seems this man is even smoother than Cyclone.

Ximirya looked at the sky and suddenly remembered.

"Ah?! I still have to prepare for the doctor's treatment later! I won't tell you two, but remember! Take care of yourselves!"

Finally, Ximirya hurriedly ran off.

It was only just past noon, and now there were only Cyclone and Cabellus left.

They faced each other, sizing each other up in front of the accommodation behind the church.

As expected of the same kind, they both took a step forward at the same time and moved to the right together.

Yes, they moved to the right together, and with the grass as the center, they started their dance.

After one circle, Cabellus spoke.

"Truly, Cyclone Theodore, the hero of Allen. It seems you are as mysterious as the rumors say."

"…"

In fact, Cyclone didn't think of anything, he just felt unsure of what to say when the other person wasn't speaking either.

After all, Cabellus is a man, not a woman, and Cyclone wasn't interested.

"Do you know who I am?"

Cyclone asked back.

"Of course, didn't Ximirya tell you? It was me who saved you at the reservoir that day. Although it was Ximirya, it was me who found you."

Cyclone glanced at Cabellus's hand, believing that he had found someone else to rescue him because he couldn't swim.

"Alright..."

Suddenly, Cyclone stopped.

What?!

The other person actually followed his rhythm and also stopped.

But what's even more impressive is that they both took a step to the left at the same time.

"...Impressive reaction for a womanizer."

"I'm flattered~ I'm flattered~"

And so, a new round of their dance began.

"Judging from your attitude, you probably didn't invite me to dance just for that, right?"

Cyclone cut to the chase, although Cabellus was momentarily surprised, he quickly calmed down.

"No, I just wanted to make a friend with you~"

"A friend? No need to be so secretive in front of me."

"No, I genuinely want to make a friend. Of course, from your perspective, maybe I have some ulterior motives, something I want to gain from being around you~"

"Oh? And then?"

Cyclone asked again.

"To say what I can gain from you...that would be interesting things~"

"What?"

"It's nothing, Cabellus is not interested in money or fame~ After all..."

Finally, after spinning around five times, Cabellus stopped.

"I am the greatest poet of our time, Cabellus~"

"......"

"Hey, can I get some reaction from you?!"

"......no......just......calling yourself the greatest of our time......"

"Tsk~ well, you need confidence to say such things~"

Cabellus elegantly turned around and made a gesture that Cyclone recognized.

"It's an honor to be friends with someone like you~"

"No need~ doesn't make a difference to me anyway."

Just then, something truly surprising happened to Cyclone.

Unlike Cyclone, who was wrapped up from head to toe, Cabellus only had his left hand bandaged.

So, just like that, he took off the bandage from his left hand by himself.

"Well, my friend...by the way, how old are you now?"

"What's it to you?"

"Age, my friend. As a scholar, there is a distinction between elders and juniors."

"Hmm...let me think...480...I remember my mother saying I was born in Attersass in the Chio year 480."

"What?!"

Upon hearing this, Cabellus was utterly shocked.

"W-what's wrong?"

"Nothing, my dear Cyclone~"

Covering half of his mouth, Cabellus smirked, and Cyclone knew exactly what had happened.

It seemed that Cabellus was older than him, which was why he dared to speak like that.

"My dear Cyclone, actually, I am here for the sake of my guild."

Suddenlly becoming harsh, Cabellus got closer to Cyclone and whispered in his ear.

"I have a secret mission to carry out~"

In an instant, Cabellus's expression turned lewd.

"I am going to get my hands on Fosxia's panties tonight~"