An Encounter with the Second Person

Her brilliant, soft golden hair was tied up. If not for the enormous silver wolf beside her that surpassed reality, she would have looked more like an aristocrat dressed in boots and heading out to hunt.

The instant Fang Ran saw Osphia appear here, his expression froze with a click.

She saved me?

As for Fang Ran and Osphia, the two could absolutely be considered acquaintances made through fighting.

Both had reached C-Rank at a young age. Mystic familiars, the Phantom Beast Silver Wolf, Zero Knight White Wings, and A-rank Night Artifacts like the Arcane Box had all appeared one after another in that battle.

The two of them had already been recognized by everyone as the most outstanding rising stars.

Thus, Fang Ran had relied on schemes, tricks, traps, and deception during the National War C-Rank battle, defeating two C-Ranks on the opposing side all by himself.

He should have had a spectacular battle with Osphia that amazed everyone.

They should have put aside their prejudices, shaken hands and made peace, perhaps even come to appreciate each other and become rivals in a special kind of relationship.

But—

If only he hadn't been unable to pull himself out of that "I can do anything right now" state and insisted on drawing his blade in the final second to show off.

Then he wouldn't have sliced open the clothes over her chest.

Hearing her cool, faintly reproachful words, Fang Ran broke into a cold sweat as that thought flashed through his mind. With the "safety measure" gone—

Recalling the final scene of the C-Rank battle, he could even remember the warmth of the button that had bounced against his face.

He suddenly felt unable to look Osphia in the face.

Adding the fact that he had blown up a building