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“Sorry, just remembered I’ve got something to do.”
“Don’t you dare run off!”

The moment I started explaining what happened, she made the most disgusted face and tried to walk off like she wanted no part of it.

Normally, she’d charge in without even asking for details, swinging that oversized hammer of hers like a lunatic. The fact that she made it too weird to ignore, I ended up stopping her almost by reflex.

“I want nothing to do with that Idiot Pink.”
“Yeah, well, same here. Wait… you’ve dealt with her before?”
“Yeah. Back in Aldebaran. She straight-up swallowed a dragon gem right in front of me.”
“She’s completely deranged…”

A dragon gem. The life force of a dragon itself—anyone who works with magic power would kill to get their hands on one. Use it in a curse, offer it to a god, or shape it into a staff or ornament and you could cast spells way beyond your usual limits.

But to swallow one? Has that pink freak dyed her brain to match her hair too?

“Everything just goes off the rails when she’s involved. I went in ready to kill her, and she didn’t even show a flicker of killing intent—hell, not even fighting spirit. And yet she still came at me like she meant business.”
“Yeah, no wonder you couldn’t finish her off. She’s the worst possible matchup for you.”
“Say what you want, you blew it too, Miss Outlander Killer.”
“…Tch.”

She had a point, and I couldn’t really argue. I’d lost my edge too, thanks to that idiot’s nonsense.

I mean, it’s her who’s weird. Who the hell has that much power and doesn’t feel fear?

If she’d had even a sliver of doubt, my Authority would’ve taken hold. But no—she held her sense of self the whole damn time. Which means she either had absolute, unshakable confidence… or maybe—

“…She’s just a total airhead who doesn’t think about anything.”
“Took you long enough to figure that out.”
“Shut up already. I’ve had enough of talking about that Pink. More importantly—there was another one, wasn’t there? That scrawny white-haired brat.”
“Oh yeah, the one who acts all high and mighty even though she looks like a twig. she uses some weird kind of magecraft.”

“I know. I’ve got a pretty good idea of what she really is. And if I’m right… we can’t let her live.”
“Huh. She’s not an Outlander, though. That’s pretty rare for you.”
“That’s how serious this is. She might know about a concept that must not exist in this world. And also…”
“…Also?”

“…Never mind. I was thinking of getting the sisters together for once. What about you?”
“I’ll pass. I just saw Noah the other day. But when you go to crush that white-haired brat, make sure to call me. That sounds like it’ll be fun.”
“I’ll consider it. But if you get involved, everything turns into a crater.”
“Keep talking. I’ll show up anyway. …So, what about them?”

Just as Ragna nodded toward a nearby shadow, a tiny dart zipped through the air. I snatched it with my fingers and snapped it in half.

Wouldn’t work on us, of course, but it was probably laced with a paralytic or a sleeping agent. Realizing their ambush had failed, a bunch of shady-looking guys started creeping out of the dark.

Trying to knock us out with poison instead of going in swinging… they were probably aiming to capture us alive.

“Slavers, huh? I guess I’m just too damn cute for my own good.”
“Pretty sure I, War, am the target, not you. People like me better.”
“……”
“……”
“…Alright. Whoever wrecks the most wins.”
“You’re on. Sorry, but I’m in a really bad mood right now, so I’m not holding back.”

Honestly, talk about bad timing.

If they’d picked literally any other moment, they might’ve stood a chance of surviving.

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“Plerion! Are you okay!?”
“Welcome back, Ms. Momo. From the looks of it, you defeated the spellcaster—just as expected.”

Momo burst into the workshop with her usual energy, and the Saint caught her in a warm embrace, effortlessly absorbing the impact with her trademark composure.

Plerion was no longer resting inside—he must’ve already been moved to the church.

“So if it went as expected, then his condition must’ve improved.”
“Yes. He’s still asleep from exhaustion, but he’s no longer in any danger. …By the way, it looks like you took quite a beating, Mr. Kagase.”
“Please don’t, Ms. Roche… I’m already dying of embarrassment here.”

Even through the dark fabric of his clothing, the deep red stain spreading across the young man’s stomach was obvious. He still carried a broken sword at his side. The wound had been healed by automatic regeneration, apparently, but that didn’t undo the blood loss. He’d drawn more than a few stares just walking through the city.

“Oh, you’re back. So, did our workshop’s custom-built golem prove useful?”
“Mr. Arnitta, I’m so sorry! Daigorou ended up like this…!”
“Woof woof!”
“What in blazes!? How’d he end up in such a pitiful state!?”
“Well… a lot happened. I’m sorry, but is there any way you could repair him?”
“Hmm, the core’s still intact, so it should be doable…”
“Please! Please fix Daigorou!”
“Uhh… well, I’ll do what I can. At least you managed to bring him back in one piece.”

With that, Arnitta took the damaged golem from Momo and called over a few craftsmen, heading off toward the workshop floor. Judging by the extent of the damage, it was going to take a major overhaul. They wouldn’t be back for a while.

“…So, may I ask what happened out there? For Mr. Kagase to come back wounded, it must’ve been something serious.”
“Yeah. We wanted to share what we found, too. It’s connected to the incident in Aldebaran.”

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