Miss Suzuran.
In a flash, Hoshino's mind ran through everything she knew about Suzuran. Any beautiful word could be used to describe her without alteration—from her appearance and figure to her personality, she was adorable from every angle, without a single flaw.
A warm breeze swept down the street, and the capricious wind made the photograph sway back and forth.
A piercing scream came from behind them.
The Lupo whose shoulder Lappland had pierced with both swords trembled as he raised his hand, aiming the crossbow bolt hidden in his sleeve at Hoshino.
Did he possess some special talent? No. He only possessed incredible perseverance.
"I won't let you... take away our little princess..."
The sleeve arrow tore through the air. Without even turning around, Hoshino lightly flicked Sakura Fubuki. A crimson arc cut through the air, and the wavering afterimage was suddenly sliced to pieces.
She already had a rough idea why they had attacked her.
"Let them go."
Hoshino stared at Lappland. The latter instinctively wanted to draw her blades, but her heart suddenly jolted as she sensed something was wrong.
Why should I listen to her orders?
"Priestess, you need to understand something. Killing you is my goal. Anyone who gets in my way will suffer the White Wolf's savage bite." Lappland bared her shark-like teeth. "I'm not protecting you."
"Oh, you aren't?"
Hoshino shook her head, feigning regret. Applause and whistles came from behind her as Croissant cheered.
"Fine, laugh all you want. This is Siracusa. You never know which dark corner a hidden blade will stab out from."
Having found her home-field advantage, Lappland was no longer flustered. She drew her swords with a cold expression. Screams echoed beside the vineyard, and after leaving behind a harsh warning, she drifted away.
"I'll kill you, and