Faced with a shield-breaking weapon like "Melf's Minute Meteors," even a Holy Spirit Priest's protective divine spell was of little use. When Solam threw out the third wave of fiery meteors, the shield provided by Sacred Protection finally shattered.
But that brief delay had been enough for the others to react.
Just as Solam prepared to press his advantage, Sokya's attack arrived as well! With a single burst forward, Sokya reached Solam's side. An elbow strike slammed into Solam's waist, and before Solam could be sent flying, Sokya seized one of his arms and used a joint lock to pin him to the ground!
"Solam! Enough!" Sokya's feelings were incredibly complicated at that moment. He had hoped his juniors could become comrades and brothers who could entrust their lives to one another, just like him and Solam's parents. Otherwise, he would never have specifically brought Evans to Toussaint. He had always hoped that Evans, Saililefu, and Solam could get along well.
But now, he realized it had all been wishful thinking. Saililefu treated Evans reasonably well—not especially well, but not badly either. Sokya knew why. It was because Evans liked Saililefu and constantly called himself her fiancé, while Saililefu found that utterly irritating. She simply did not like Evans.
It was not that Evans was a bad person. Saililefu simply could not stand his self-righteous manner. Just because he was her father's only disciple, he was automatically her fiancé? Who had decided that? Who had approved it?
Whenever Saililefu got a little close to another boy, he would go challenge the other person to a duel. What the hell was that supposed to be?
So Saililefu had always been polite but distant toward Evans. She treated him no differently from anyone else—if anything, she treated him worse than others.
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