The crowd began chattering, their faces red with embarrassment.
Cordell's pants were halfway down, as if his belt had snapped. His exposed backside was visible to everyone.
Abel chuckled, a sly grin on his face.
"I can't flirt around here anymore," he muttered.
The sight of Cordell's predicament was humiliating enough to damage any knight's reputation, but Abel couldn't help but find humor in it.
It seemed like the chaos had finally settled.
Amid the commotion, voices echoed from all around.
"Oh my! Look at that. Your lower body is really toned."
"It's Apple Hip. Apple Hip!"
"It looks like you usually exercise a lot."
"Of course. You're a member of the Imperial Guard. How intense is the training?"
To Abel's surprise, there were far more positive responses than expected.
He shook his head and turned away, pondering, Are you sure you can just leave the escort knight alone like that?
For people who liked "apple hips," perhaps they'd hold on to such moments.
