They had to admit Lance had spruced himself up a bit and definitely fit the mold of a rugged handsome guy. Many noble ladies were fond of this type, as he could provide them with a sense of security when traveling.
To them, Lance's behavior seemed to have fallen in love.
At the worst time and place, he encountered the woman he admired with the worst identity.
"Hiss—"
Thinking of this, the prison guards gasped, unable to continue imagining; the terrifying scenarios that might follow would haunt their dreams for days.
Yet Lance wasn't idle—he changed into a new outfit, deliberately tidied his hair, shaved the beard he had neglected due to being imprisoned, and then set off spiritedly to the home of the Thousand-faced Witch, no different from a man heading for a date.
The prison guards didn't follow any further, watching Lance disappear beyond the door.
The arrival of Lance was quite unexpected for the Thousand-faced Witch.
