"Hmm, not a bad plan." she nodded in agreement, "I will leave that to you then. I do have something I need to check first in the city. Archon forbid me from ever crossing paths with those so-called scholars..."
"Charming." twirling her parasol, she considered his offer before she shook her head lightly.
"Maybe not within the city. As much that I took pride in such things, gaining unwanted attention is the last I wanted. Be a dear and treat this as an undercover, won't you?"
a lighter summer dress perfect for humid air than her usual ones, she raised her white parasol, resting it over her shoulder.
"Too eye catching. I trust that you will take care of my safety during this trip— that also include transportation."
Sandrone blinked at his choice of outfit today— to be honest, it wasn't as bad as she thought it was, worth to be appreciated about, especially with his figure, but... Wasn't it too revealing?
Smoothing over her own skirt,
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And he's should feel lucky that she has decided to come along instead of sending him on his own.
Very well, she would meet him by the entrance with her luggages then.
Consider himself getting hired then. It do makes her wonder why he's trained in such a thing, but never mind that, as long as she could utilize it to fulfill her own needs.
Protection? Pfft, she barely even needed one. If there was anyone who would require /protecting/ for, it would be the citizen of sumeru.
Though if he did promise that she won't need to lift even a finger to do mundane things during the trip, then she might consider.
It's just blod lost anyway, nothing someone like him couldn't really handle. At least based on her own estimation, he won't.
....If all things goes down the hill, she just need to ask the doctor to revive him somehow, right?
As long that he's still breathing that is.
The subtle denial of answer made her huff. She'll let him keep his secret though, at least for now. If he thinks that she won't find out on her own sooner or later, then that will be his own mistake.
"You do know very well that my personal space is within the dungeon."
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He tensed the moment the puppet lifted him, though he was shocked to find the grip was gentle as it was. It didn't mean he could let his guard down, he knew, but it was a good sign at the very least. He rested a palm over his wound, feeling the wetness of the blood staining —
Meaning, that will take them a while until they reached it.
Its not necessary to go down there to fix him though, Sandrone knows it well, but his earlier comment had poked the dangerous area of her pettiness.
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"Standing around and look pretty, is not quite the best way to word it. My creations are symbol of excellency. In a way, it is the true form of immortality that a mere mortal could ever hope to achieve."
The actual reality is that, her rank is still higher than his. She might not be as talented as he is in physical fights but her other aspects still supporting where she lacked. All fights didn't always require brutal strength to win after all...
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In Childe's opinion ripping her creations apart so easily was just proof of how she would never even be able to match up with him. He would easily just tear down anything of Sandrone and there was nothing she could do about it. That was the Eleventh's thought about it
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"Hmm..." she glanced at the eleventh's direction in contemplation to his question. "Of course, you of all people would fail to understand the true meaning of a creation." there was a disappointment in her tone but no surprise at all.
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