"Is it the Witch Cult after all?"
Hearing Fang Mo's words, Natsuki Subaru could not help frowning. "Those troublesome bastards... One Sin Archbishop died last time, yet they still do not know fear?"
As she spoke,
Natsuki Subaru slowly rose to her feet while supporting herself against the tree trunk.
Having been meditating all this time, she had recovered some Mental Power. At a thought, the shadows beneath her feet began to boil once more. Strange black threads extended upward from nowhere, binding and linking the copper coins together to form another long, slender blade-whip that seemed alive.
"Subaru..."
But when Emilia saw Natsuki Subaru taking up a fighting stance again, she became worried. "You have exhausted yourself too much. Please do not force yourself any further."
"I'm fine, Emilia."
Natsuki Subaru shook her head. "The Witch Cult's Sin Archbishops are troublesome for other people, but I'm different. I have some experience dealing with these bastards..."
"But your body will not be able to take it."
Emilia could not bear it. "Subaru just fell from the sky, and you even unleashed that Witch's Curse, so... so please do not act recklessly again. Try trusting us sometimes, okay? Wasn't that something we agreed on before?"
"This..."
Natsuki Subaru's expression stiffened slightly at that.
"Please, Subaru." Seeing this, Emilia hurriedly continued. "This time, please watch our backs from behind, just as we once stood behind you while you protected us..."
BOOM!!!
Just as she finished speaking,
another deafening blast rang out in the distance.
As the shockwave dispersed, the white-haired man emerged from the smoke once again. "Attacking without warning while someone is preparing to introduce himself has already violated my freedom of speech, has it not...? Are you people tired of living?"
"What... is this?"
The members of the subjugation force