Little Annie and her disciple, Fubuki, had decided to retreat and were making their way back to the surface. Along the way, not a single reckless monster dared to come out and stop "them."
After all, every monster that dared show its face in front of "them"—whether Tiger-level, Demon-level, or even one of the powerful Dragon-level executives—had been killed with a single slash!
The number of monsters they had killed could be roughly gauged from the bloodstains on Fubuki and the drops of monster blood still dripping from her blade.
"Honestly..."
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"Fubuki, you're really kind of pathetic!"
Sigh...
"Look at you! We haven't even been fighting that long, and you're already hungry and wetting your pants. You're no fun at all as a game character. Can't you try a little harder?"
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As she followed the terrifying fissure someone had made, steering Fubuki's body toward the surface, Annie grumbled to Fubuki in her mind the whole way.
Now look what had happened. While the other S-Class heroes were still having the time of their lives inside the Monster Association's headquarters, Her Majesty Queen Annie had been forced to make Fubuki's body leave early. She'd said they had to rest and eat first, and maybe find a chance to change clothes and put on some underwear before going back to fight?
"I'm very sorry!"
"But..."
"Teacher, could you please stop bringing up that embarrassing business about wetting my pants?"
"I really didn't want that to happen..."
With her body under someone else's control, Fubuki could only keep a blank expression as she spoke meekly, not daring to argue.
Earlier, her teacher Annie had clearly said she absolutely, absolutely wouldn't come to help. Fubuki had believed her, so that morning, to maintain her perfect figure, she'd eaten only a little. Who