Mostima had always been an observer. To her, scenery was not limited to things; people were a kind of scenery too. Like this—lively and clamorous, chains wrapped around spears flying everywhere—she liked it very much.
But only to that extent.
Getting caught up in any conflict was never Mostima's intention. She could always flee at top speed and remain nothing more than an observer.
That was enough.
"You're not thinking of running away, are you?"
Hoshino nimbly dodged Judah's spears and chains, her movements far more agile than Mostima's. The latter's movements clearly belonged to a caster, yet not a single projectile touched her, as though she were walking through time itself.
The staff behind Mostima glimmered faintly. Without using her hands, this was the fullest extent of her Originium Arts.
"Your ability is related to time?"
"You know, Miss Shrine Maiden?" Mostima still had time to ponder the question and did not answer directly.
"If I hadn't looked into things beforehand, I might have thought you'd arranged this in advance—putting on a double act with this lady to test me. But after thinking it over carefully, there doesn't seem to be anything that can be taken away."
"After all, even this world's most profound technology is merely ancient, decaying relics dug out of graves in your eyes."
"Now isn't the time for chatting."
Mostima still did not reveal her ability. Theresa secretly exerted herself, and the chains moved like wandering dragons, more nimble than before. Mostima clearly had not expected this and was immediately bound.
"Ah, this really is..."
She tried to exert force, but she was obviously too late. Judah's suppression activated, locking all her power within her body and leaving her unable to release it.
"Mooosstiiimaaa—"
What was with that deliberately drawn-out tone? Was the shrine maiden