"I heard there were strong opponents here worthy of making me draw my sword." Skirk held her sword in her arms, her tone calm to the point of seeming natural. "So I came."
At that moment, Ruanava spoke from the side. "Lord Qianyi, her power would be more useful outside Teyvat Continent than that of the other Archons."
"I see, but..." Qianyi raised his head, glanced at Artosh, whose aura was growing ever stronger, then looked at Shoko and remarked, "It looks like your plan won't work now. Artosh has gotten completely serious. That absurdly merciful state where he'd stupidly expose his weakness and tank damage without defending himself no longer exists. This is all your fault, Shoko."
"...My fault?" Shoko froze, a bewildered expression appearing on her face.
What did the sudden power-up of the strongest Flügel have to do with her, a "tactical advisor" and "guide" commanding from the rear?
"Of course it's your fault." Qianyi matter-of-factly said as he tugged hard on Jibril's cheeks. "If you, Shoko, hadn't acted like a cowardly lizard and refused to face Hatsune Misumi, I wouldn't have come to arrest you. If I hadn't come to arrest you, Artosh wouldn't have sensed my power and gotten excited enough to become serious."
"..." Shoko fell into deathly silence.
Looking at Qianyi's expression that plainly said, This is all your fault, then at Artosh in the sky, who looked ready to punch through the heavens, she found herself utterly speechless.
Who could have imagined that a war concerning the fate of the world would actually be related to her band's interpersonal relationships?!
Did the girls' band know they possessed that much power?
Shoko took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing her urge to complain, and asked, "But with your power, Qianyi, shouldn't you be able