Gazille-X-Levi

Levy and Justine trotted down the path to the manor as the sun had set. The whole time the two had been silent, so a rosy pink color spread across Levy's face from the awkwardness. Soon enough, Levy blurted out, "You can take your helmet off Freed. There is no one out here but us." Levy had figured out Justine's identity long before offering herself that morning. He had acted so formally yet comfortable with her and her family as if they met before. Freed answered with a soft shake of his head. "Despite how things appear, there is quite the amount of troublesome scoundrels and creatures around here. The armor has a special charm that keeps them away." Levy couldn't really argue with him. It wasn't like the armor's design didn't intimidate her herself. She remained quiet until they reached a large gate. Freed got off his horse and rang a small, brass bell on the gate's stone frame. A second later, Levy spotted something flying over the gate at a crazy uncontrolled speed. Only when it