"Ugh—damn it."
"How could he inflict a wound like this? Damn you, Sakumura Anno!"
Assassin Paraiso clutched the wound on her leg, gritting her teeth as hateful fury nearly burst from her eyes.
Any wound inflicted upon a Heroic Spirit Swordmaster was useless—but Sakumura Anno's wounds were different.
"And that Fuuma Kotarou."
"If there hadn't been another ninja in their ranks, how could I possibly—ugh—"
"Honestly, I was so focused on guarding against Chaldea's Master and those two swordmasters that I forgot there was such a skilled brat there. What a blunder."
How embarrassing.
With a sigh, Assassin Paraiso sat against the wall, covering the wound on her leg as blood continued to pour from it, and closed her eyes.
She had failed to deal with Fujimaru Ritsuka, Chaldea's Master, yet she had wanted to take care of that princess.
However.
The mission had already been completed.
Assassin Paraiso opened her eyes again.
Everything that needed to be set in place had already been arranged.
The talismans Caster Limbo had given her had already begun to take effect.
"Mmgh—!"
She could feel the wound on her leg seemingly healing, but the pain—
It was truly intense.
Since manifesting this time, this was the first time she had felt pain of this degree.
"Damn it, damn it, damn it!"
"That damned brat—talking as if he knew everything!"
Though the most painful wound had been inflicted by Sakumura Anno, what irritated Assassin Paraiso most were the things Fuuma Kotarou had said.
"Next time... next time, I'll definitely kill you!"
She spoke bitterly. As she endured the pain and healed her wound, Assassin Paraiso rose to her feet with the support of the wall.
First, she needed to return to the base.
If she stayed here any longer, those people—they would catch up.