Fear.
A Witch's fear.
Despite being covered head to toe in deadly weapons and possessing a rational temperament, the Cage-Skirt Witch was afraid of my unarmed presence.
Still, that was understandable.
No matter how many times she shot me, I would not die. A monster riddled with holes that could still keep running—anyone would be afraid, right?
It had nothing to do with one's strength. It was like how humans feared cockroaches.
I even suspected that I could recover in a short time even if she hit me with her electromagnetic cannon...
Right now, I was harder to kill than Agatha.
"I'm neither human nor a Witch. Everything that should have sustained my existence has been sealed away. Theoretically, I shouldn't be able to live... yet the Earth Crystal brought me back to life."
But could this state really be called living?
I was merely an empty shell granted the concept of "being alive."
What had happened back then?
Once I realized I was that kind of "thing," my approach to battle changed accordingly.
"Cough! Monster!"
I stepped on the cyber-aristocrat Witch's lower body and climbed onto her, then wrapped my hand around her still-soft neck... So this part was flesh?
It was hard to tell which parts of her body were flesh and which were machinery.
"Perhaps. But getting shot really hurts... Drop your gun now and cooperate nicely. I won't take your life."
Her mechanical arm tossed away the handgun, and the shotgun in her other hand fell to the floor as well.
Then I drew some of the Dark Energy out of the Cage-Skirt Witch's body.
"Your magic resembles someone I know, except it's even weaker than hers."
Since her weapons were fixed in place, she was essentially a low-end version of the "Arsenal."
"Stay put. If