The instant the two faced off, lightning flashed and thunder roared. Two masses of elemental energy belonging to their respective domains slammed into each other in the air. A single step separated them from their battlefield.
Both were spellcasters, naturally possessing magic of their own. As the two elemental masses collided, the animals representing them took shape behind them.
A large, golden-furred, blue-eyed cat appeared behind Eleanor, arching its back, fur bristling as it bared its claws and teeth.
A large, pink-furred, golden-eyed fox appeared behind Charlotte, standing tall and elegant, looking down with utter contempt.
After two clashes, Eleanor, who was poor at dealing with people, ended up slightly disadvantaged. Miss Cleric's sea-blue eyes studied the young lady's attire. Feeling her astonishing charisma, she tried very hard to muster enough courage to hold her ground.
But her tightly clenched hands betrayed the unrest deep inside her.
Why was this woman here? What was her relationship with Aaron?
Had she come to visit Aaron? Or was she here for something else?
What should I do?
Eleanor could not decide what to do. She was a Cleric of the Lady of Silver, and her principles were deeply influenced by Selûne's teachings-unless authorized or left with absolutely no other choice, she must never infringe on another person's freedom.
Besides... I came to visit him. If I started a fight in the hospital, what would he think of me?
The two stared at each other, the young lady expressionless, Miss Cleric as gentle as ever.
Aaron's room was at the other end of the corridor. Neither dared start a fight, but the inexplicable hostility between them would not simply disappear.
Seeing that Eleanor intended neither to yield nor to bow her head, Charlotte grew irritated.
The young Sorcerer lady was proud. Others had