"AAAAAAAH!"
Before he had even taken a few steps, Aiou's face twisted savagely as he turned back to look at Joan of Arc.
Joan of Arc remained expressionless, holding the Spiral Lance in her hand. Set into its spearhead was a prank toy: Chrysanthemum Ruin.
As for where she had attacked Aiou, anyone who saw the toy's name would know full well.
Aiou hopped backward, dropped onto the ground on his backside, then sucked in a sharp breath and said in disbelief, "Are you tired of living?"
"If you want to bully that child, then step over my corpse first!" Joan of Arc declared righteously.
Clutching his backside, Aiou struggled to his feet and roared, "Believe it or not, I'll stab your chrysanthemum!"
"As if I'd let you pass!" A flicker of panic flashed through Joan of Arc's eyes, but she immediately gritted her teeth and stood firm.
Aiou narrowed his eyes and sneered. "You're finished."
With that, he suddenly turned around and vanished.
"..."
Joan of Arc swept her gaze around the area, suddenly seized by a very bad feeling.
She was certain Aiou would really do it. After all, in Aiou's eyes, the difference between men and women was not much of a difference at all.
"Chrysanthemum Ruin!!!"
Aiou suddenly appeared behind her, clutching three prank toys and roaring as he stabbed them toward Joan of Arc's unmentionable place.
But Joan of Arc had long since mentally prepared herself. The instant Aiou appeared, she sprang up like a nimble cat. With the Spiral Lance in hand, she whipped around and struck back, smashing it viciously into Aiou's head.
Aiou clutched his head and let out another cry of agony.
Snot and tears sprayed wildly from his face. The next moment, he vanished again. Joan of Arc found the