A blood-red radiance, like the glow of dusk, spread out from Lemuenia. Like running water washing away filth, it stripped away all of Roy's disguises beneath its glow.
At that moment, he regarded the Feline before him in his true form.
Roy had not dealt with many Felines. Aside from Swire, there was only Kal'tsit. However, neither Swire nor Kal'tsit appeared to be the sort skilled in combat, because neither of them was a match for Roy.
But the one before him was different. Roy sensed a different aura from her—an aura belonging to a warrior.
The Feline before him had been tempered by the fires of war. Even so, she was still no match for Roy.
"Blaze, a mercenary... nothing more!"
At that moment, the Feline calling herself Blaze opened the case she carried on her back, one as long as she was tall. A chainsaw was revealed within.
Roy was no stranger to such a thing, but this was the first time he had seen someone use one as a weapon. After all, chainsaws were troublesome weapons—not only were they difficult to use, but cleaning them afterward was even more troublesome.
Unless you wanted your weapon to constantly reek of rot and attract swarms of flies and other pests, you had to clean it thoroughly. That alone was a major drawback.
However, this Feline clearly possessed other Originium Arts that could work with it, which was why she had chosen such a thing as her weapon.
"What is your objective?"
After taking a slight step back and avoiding one of her slashes, Roy continued his questioning.
Lemuenia let out a dissatisfied whine in his hand. It was already impatient—impatient to tear apart the person who had dared point a weapon at its master!
Yet it did not leave