"It's troublesome..."

The leader of the mercenaries scratched his head, reached out and patted Shuma's shoulder, "Let's go."

Suddenly being touched—especially by the muscular Beinrich who only wore beach shorts all over, Shuma almost instinctively took a step back, looking at him with uncertainty, "What are you doing?"

"You said patrol, right."

Rolling his eyes, Beinrich disregarded Shuma's resistance and forcefully pulled her along.

Forgive the mercenary leader for his lack of ordinary experience dealing with women, wanting to distract Shuma a bit without directly speaking up only left him with this method.

Well, if the guards in the castle see this scene, they would probably intervene promptly.

But then again, the mercenary leader is also part of the garrison, so it should be fine.

Following the winding path cut into the cliff up to the mountain, one could overlook the entire beach from above. It was a small crescent-shaped bay surrounded by rocky cliffs. The so-called patrol meant walking around this side.

Though the area was relatively safe post-war, it was still outside the castle's protective barrier. Insisting on patrolling to ensure safety made sense.

After a symbolic struggle for a few seconds, Miss Shuma finally settled down and let Beinrich lead her forward holding her hand.

...

"Maids, cute girls... I really want to play with them..."

"You've been muttering the same thing for over half an hour. Can't you be quiet?"

Sullivan, sitting aside to rest and conserve energy for a while, opened his eyes speechlessly staring at Johannes, "And just how obsessed are you with cute girls?"

"You don't understand, Sullivan! How come the Silver War Maiden can already be a beauty yet have so many cute girls around her! While I can only watch from the sidelines!"

Theurg pounded the floor self-righteously, lamenting as if accusing some injustice. The next moment, tears seemed ready to fall:

"The swimsuit beauty at the summer beach is a classic element! But for us, it's basically an unattainable sanctuary! Now that sanctuary is right in front of us, I must consider if this is the only chance in this lifetime to restore the glory of the two dimensions!!!"

Unfortunately, his heartfelt declaration did not receive support from the audience. Sullivan and Vera exchanged a glance and sighed simultaneously. Vera even walked up to pat Johannes on the head with a pitying expression.

"Well, Brother Yuan sometimes exhibits similar symptoms, so don't worry, you'll get better."

"Don't look at me like I'm a terminally ill patient!"

Hmm, it seems protests are futile.

"Let's satisfy your desires with this for now."

Vera took out a small, exquisite metal cylinder from her coat pocket and handed it to the boy.

"Ignore your misleading statement, what is this? The hilt of a lightsaber?" Intrigued by the object, Johannes momentarily paused his complaints.

"It's a telescope, a telescope. Although there are many out there, this one was improved by Brother Yuan and offers quite an impressive range."

Being the number one transmigrator in this world, he had initially crafted the telescope. Spending some time over thousands of years to improve it further was not surprising.

"Wow! It's really clear... This is... a very white swimsuit, no, a very long European-style... no!"

With a chuckle, Johannes collapsed with a satisfied smile, even giving a thumbs-up with his right hand.

Satisfied... Now it's up to you guys. I'll take my leave.

"Don't just die like that."

Sullivan felt utterly exhausted, beginning to doubt how this guy became the Pope's student.

"Cough, it's fine, I'm the intellectual representative for this operation. A mere European style can't bother me... As long as we keep moving forward, the path will continue to extend..."

Wiping the blood from his face with the back of his left hand, Johannes resumed observing with the telescope, determined to show everyone that even an old pervert has dignity sometimes.

Sullivan: ...(≖_≖)

"By the way, you should be cautious. The lens reflection could be spotted—even though most people can't, there are several Holy Rank individuals down there," Vera reminded.

...

What to do when things get awkward with a girl? Urgent help needed.

If this world had Baidu Tieba forums, the mercenary leader would definitely post right now.

He rushed out earlier with Shuma under the pretext of patrolling, but he hadn't considered how to proceed.

While still holding Shuma's arm with his right hand, Beinrich's walking pace had slowed, and all he could think about was "What to do" along with a large question mark.

The only silver lining was that the knight didn't say much, allowing Beinrich to lead her along the edge of the cliff, feeling the sea breeze as they walked.

A stroll? Not bad at all.

The wind, filled with the saltiness and dampness of the sea, brushed against Shuma's cheeks, calming her slightly, although as a hidden admirer of muscles, the sight of the burly mercenary leader with his broad and strong back muscles moving as he walked still had quite an impact. At least she could control her emotions.

...Well, seems like it's difficult not to pay attention.

"No... have to... shift focus," Shuma muttered softly.

"Hmm? What did you say?" The mercenary leader heard her and turned his head, only to see the female knight he was holding hand in hand, her expression icy and her eyes fierce, which startled him, prompting him to quickly turn back.

What's this! It's definitely because I dragged her out, making her angry!

Beinrich felt his heart racing and a strong sense of disappointment at messing up.

Little did he know, Shuma's expressionless face was more of a result of her uncertainty about how to replace the smile she had briefly shown upon seeing all that exposed muscle, and her fierce gaze was just self-protection to avoid being read.

Maintaining a silent yet non-resistant state, the man and woman continued walking slowly along the cliff buffeted by the wind.

...

"Feast on my deadly killer volleyball!"

The princess squatted deeply, then suddenly leaped into the air from the knee-deep seawater, her right fist fiercely pounding the volleyball raised by Vivianne in front of her.

The volleyball deformed under the impact of her fist, shooting out an astonishing arc and striking the surface of the sea on Aya's side, creating layers of water splashes.

"Elysian Royal Team scores!" Beside them, little Ellie, acting as the referee, puffed out her cheeks and blew the whistle loudly, announcing energetically.

"You're quite impressive, Mom, being able to move freely while dragging two heavy things."

"You're not bad yourself, little Tiran." The queen smiled gently.

Tiran, back in the water with Vivianne, high-fived stylishly, looking like comrades who had lived and fought together on the battlefield in their flowing silver hair.

"Your theatrical spirit is just too much, you two," Mimi and Aya, just having lost a point to them, found themselves unable to retort.

"Chirp~ Daddy is so amazing!" By the beach, the beast-eared loli waved her small hands to cheer Tiran on.

—In short, the sudden intrusion of water volleyball battles for twos had begun.