Arueetel rushed to my side and used her magic to heal my wounds.
– I appreciate the help, but are you sure you should be doing this? (Takaya)
– What do you mean? (Arueetel)
– Are you not friends with her?
– Who? Shiori? Eh. It’s a shame she turned out this way, but it’s not like we had strong feelings for her.
– Is that so?
From the way they talked in the Royal Capital I had assumed they were pretty close.
– I think you should know it better than anyone. It takes a lot to build a trustworthy relationship. Much more so for mercenaries like us.
Arueetel winked at me.
They knew about Shiori. They could sense she was up to no good.
– Just sit here and watch. We’ll take of the rest. (Arueetel)
– All yours. I’m useless near those life nuclei. (Rifaiv)
– Gladly. (Arueetel)
Arueetel snapped her fingers. A flow of blue electricity ran through her body.
– Just to make it clear, I’m quite strong. Are you sure you want to do this? (Shiori)
– Then talk with your fists, not with your mouth, you brat. (Selfia)
– You’ve made your choice. I’ll start with yo-
The moment Shiori raised her hand to cast a spell-
– Huh!?
Both of her wrists were severed. Her hands fell to the floor.
A deafening scream came out of Shiori.
– “The moment our winds touch our opponent’s skin, the battle is over”. A phrase for the weak. Real warriors of the forest finish their battles before that.