At the thought, Darryl put on a look of great terror as he said to Savannah, "Hey! What's happened to you? Why are you breaking out into a sweat?"

"You must be too tired from practicing your sword skills, aren't you? I don't mean to rub salt into the wound, but how can you just pick someone to be your live dummy?"

Darryl's expression was nothing but solemn as he spoke, but he was actually holding in a laugh.

"You…"

His tone only angered Savannah even further, and she roared, "How… How dare y