"I'm leaving."
With a casual end to the conversation, Flossie Wright had just finished speaking and stood up from the ground.
"Eh——"
Seeing her intending to leave, the female frogman instinctively called out to stop her.
Flossie Wright steadied herself, brushing the dry leaves off her clothes, then looked down at her with a faint voice, "Don't worry, I won't cause any trouble."
After saying that, Flossie Wright turned around and strode away.
The female frogman stared at her, frozen, the trace of odd emotion in her heart refusing to dissipate.
Every time she interacted with Flossie Wright, there was an inexplicable shift in her feelings.
Flossie Wright walked away with easy grace, her usual sniper rifle slung over her shoulder, one hand leisurely in her pocket, the other tossing wild fruit up and down with fluid ease.
The female frogman tilted her head and gazed thoughtfully at her retreating back until she disappeared into the bushes.
Could it be——
