"Yo!"
"So many people?"
"Can someone tell me"
"what on earth is going on here?"
The one who spoke up was a female Claymore with twin ponytails, curly hair, and a beauty mark on her cheek beneath her right eye.
"And..."
"The way you're dressed..."
"You don't look like you're with the Organization, or like you're our allies. Am I right?"
But unlike the haughty, aloof, and adorable Ditreese with twin ponytails, there was something about the teasing way this woman spoke that gave people the distinct impression she was sly, hypocritical, cunning, and scheming.
"How lovely..."
"The breeze brushing against my cheeks is so intoxicating..."
"This feeling..."
"It's as though I haven't experienced it in ages."
Then another Claymore emerged from the cave. Her long bangs were tied into two little braids, and she had delicate, sweet features, a bewitching, alluring bearing, and the air of a mature woman. Her looks were far beyond those of an ordinary woman, and she spoke up as well.
But!
Unlike the curly-haired woman with twin ponytails, whose sweet, gentle words gave people the strong impression that she was sly, hypocritical, cunning, and scheming, this beautiful, mature-looking Claymore was ruthless. As she praised the scenery, she suddenly moved with the speed of a meteor, becoming a blur as she rushed straight at the Claymores and slashed viciously at them.
Fortunately!
Clang!!
Miria, among the Claymore team, was also renowned for her speed. Her title, "Miria the Phantom," was well deserved. What was more, she had already begun releasing her yoki and had been on guard the whole time. So, after a crisp clash of weapons, she immediately blocked the surprise attack and successfully forced her opponent back.
"Oh my!"
"You're that strong?"
"You actually managed to block my attack completely?"
"Not bad! Not