There were people all over the mountains, so why did these undead insist on sending a lady who had just been thrashing everyone in sight, beating up her own people, to talk to him?
Was this really all right?
Would she really not punch Felis just because he accidentally said the wrong thing?
Though he had been quite far away, the young mage had still seen how much force those little fists packed as they swung fast enough to leave afterimages.
As an unlucky soul who had not spent nearly enough time in the world of mages, he had genuinely never seen a little girl who could use nothing but her fists to batter someone encased in steel until they howled in agony and blood sprayed everywhere!
Mages could use enhancement spells to make themselves a little stronger, but that was an entirely different matter.
Watching the young lady walk toward him, exquisitely dressed, cute and bright-eyed, yet even more terrifying than Aislin, Felis went completely rigid.
The only reason he remained crouched there instead of fleeing in a panic was that, at the last possible moment, he could still shout, "I'm Carpenter Hainalson's cousin!"
When Old School Striking King finally reached the boulder, she wore a warm, enthusiastic smile on her little face.
Yet Felis, sprawled on the boulder beneath her gaze, visibly shuddered several times.
"Wow... this kid looks really pitiful!
"Tsk, tsk~ he probably isn't plotting anything nasty. Even if he is, it's not aimed at us." Demon Sword, whom An Idler had been berating for ages, clearly had not listened to a word of the complaints from the friend he had sold out.
"You know, some things don't need to be said." Myriad-Heaven Net, who had been silently watching from the sidelines, finally could not hold