Laid under the rain and careless of the fact your coat was getting drenched by every passing second, you let out a deep sigh of relief. The fight where you faced the Manus Vindictae was intense; luckily everyone had survived and only sustained minor injuries that aren't life-threatening.

Whilst you rested your eyes under your arm, a pleasant smell of citrus blossom wafted throughout the air.

An italian accent you recognised to be Schneider's spoke, "My lord, you're actually lying here defenceless." She chuckled lowly, "We've been here with you for a long time. No reward? No way..."

She leans closer with a sly smile...