"This is too reckless. Mash is in terrible condition right now—she's in no state to fight!"
After giving Mash the most basic examination, Munier said this outright.
"Right now, we—"
Whoosh—
Before Munier could finish, perhaps having sensed the deaths of their companions here earlier, several more enemies like the previous ones floated over—dressed in white and holding spears of light.
"W-Whoa—why are there so many!?"
Munier jumped in fright, nearly collapsing onto the floor.
It had taken Mash, already in poor condition, everything she had just to deal with one enemy. Now there were so many—what were they supposed to do!?
Mash said nothing. She merely pushed away Fujimaru Ritsuka, who had been supporting her, gritted her teeth, and gathered her magical energy once more. Returning to her Demi-Servant form, she assumed a fighting stance.
"Ugh..."
Though she held on, a sound still escaped her throat.
Her shield was so heavy.
She could barely remain standing.
Why?
Why had things turned out like this?
She had trained so much before, and her daily recovery had been proceeding normally. So now, she couldn't even protect her Master!?
If that was the case, then—
"Master, Mr. Munier! I'll hold these things back. While I do, you two—"
"Mash."
Fujimaru Ritsuka interrupted Mash.
Mash stared blankly at Fujimaru Ritsuka.
"I'm your senior. Your Master."
"As a Master, it's only natural that I support my Servant until the very end."
"B-But...!"
If you don't leave now, then it won't just be me who dies. All of us will.
Mash desperately wanted to say those words.
"Don't forget, Mash. Miss Lawrence racked her brains to extend your life. Don't throw your life away so easily. I'll fight alongside you!"
Fujimaru Ritsuka placed a hand on Mash's shoulder and looked seriously at the enemies ahead.