Lilith looked at Lynch curiously. She had a deep impression of this strange knight who appeared out of nowhere at her aunt's wedding years ago. He looked young back then, and strangely enough, he still looked exactly the same now.
Lynch smiled, "It's nothing, I just don't show my age easily. In fact, I'm actually quite old."
"Is that so?"
Lilith didn't dwell on this too much and quickly returned to the topic at hand, questioning him, "Hey, you still haven't answered my question. Why would you show up at my grandparents' grave, stranger? What secrets are you hiding?"
"Aha!"
"I've figured it out. You must've been sent by some evil wizard, planning to steal my parents' remains for dark magic, right?"
"I won't let you succeed!"
"Do you want to experience the power of the Valen Family's swordsmanship? The Rose Sword will make sure your death is an ugly one!"
She skillfully twirled the tree branch she held in her hands, performing a standard sword flourish.
Lynch: "..."
