Spring had already arrived, and the weather was cool, yet Kiana was drenched in sweat. She glared hatefully at No. 17 in the distance. No one wanted to try attacking No. 17. The fact that she could block the Greatsword of the Flames, whose blow was no weaker than An-Utu's, with a single finger said a great deal.
The only one who could probably stand against No. 17 was Otto.
"Otto..."
Kiana spat hatefully.
Where the hell are you, you bastard?! Your Schicksal is about to be wiped out!
Yet No. 17 seemed to have heard Kiana's murmur. Wearing Himeko's appearance, she merely shrugged. If Otto had been here, this indeed would not have happened. But unfortunately...
"I only came after he left..."
She admired everyone's expressions, waiting for the right moment to bring down Great Freedom. But at that moment, someone gently patted her shoulder.
"What an unwelcome guest you are~"
A lazy, flippant voice sounded behind No. 17.
Everyone's gazes converged on the white figure behind No. 17. Even No. 17 finally showed an astonished expression.
Then she turned around.
She saw the blond man standing behind her, lightly patting her shoulder.
"Otto?"
No. 17 called out the name of the man who was not supposed to be here in surprise.
The man's alluring eyes and brows carried a trace of teasing.
As if he were saying:
No. 17, you're just a little brat.
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PS: Good night.
Edgerunners was really good.
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Schicksal's Line of Defense
Otto's appearance was like a calming pill, putting everyone in Schicksal at ease. Theresa especially relaxed her grip on Himeko's clothes, then put both hands on her hips and puffed out her proud little chest.
However, Kiana and Kiana frowned slightly as they looked at the figure standing behind No. 17.