"Hey, hey, why do you have a knife in prison...?"
The moment I stepped into the cell, Sophia, still sitting on the bed, pressed the crimson blade radiating killing intent against my throat, stopping me from taking another step.
Though it did not actually touch me, its sharp edge still sent a stabbing pain through me.
Even though it was obviously a dull blade.
"Hmph, I'd like to take it off... Get out, or I'll make you bleed!"
No, I would not bleed even if she stabbed me.
It was late autumn, yet her prison uniform had short sleeves.
Unlike the Battle Dresses of other Witches, the Vampire Ninja's weapon was a folding arm blade that extended to nearly a meter long. It looked imposing, but it grew out of her bones, so it could not even be confiscated.
When folded away, it did not glow red, but it still made her forearm wider.
Simply put, she could not wear long sleeves, yet she had become one of the few prisoners in this prison—though I could not say she was the only one—who carried a weapon at all times...
"I can't die. Haven't you noticed that yet?"
I was completely unafraid of her blade, even if it truly carried murderous intent.
I continued, "Can you explain why you saved me back then?"
Back then, the falling isolation shutter had nearly crushed my head. She emerged from the fog and pulled me away. Otherwise, even if I had not died, I would have been left with the trauma of getting my head smashed in.
"I wasn't trying to save you!"
What was with that tsundere line?
"I-I only needed your strength to deal with the other Witches at the time."
I had more or less guessed that was the reason.
Rather