Crisanto still gushing over Luzia's shot approached her eagerly. "I knew there was something different about you! That was—unbelievable! The way you fired, the way you—" He mimicked her movements, spinning in place with exaggerated enthusiasm. "—redirected our bullets and still landed the final hit? Incredible! I've never seen anything like it!"
His grin stretched wide, excitement practically radiating off him. "I simply must know—where did you learn to shoot like that? No, more importantly—who are you?"
Luzia opened her mouth, unsure how to answer, but Crisanto didn't wait for a response. He placed a hand over his chest, tilting his head dramatically.
"Ah, but where are my manners? I should introduce myself first! I am Crown Prince Crisanto de Aragón, genius swordsman and marksman, and—" He spun his pistol between his fingers with a flourish. "—undefeated champion of the royal hunting grounds! …Well, until now," he admitted with a sheepish chuckle.
Luzia blinked. Crown Prince?
