Although this world was dominated by all kinds of magic, there were indeed a few powerful fighters who relied on physical prowess.
They might not have been able to reshape the terrain with a wave of their hands like high-ranking mages, but in close combat, their speed and strength often reached levels that left mages of the same rank dumbfounded.
And in this world, Greg knew only one person capable of unleashing that blade of sword energy.
"Ellie, I knew it had to be you! I was just planning to look for you, too."
The moment he rushed into the alley, Greg spotted that familiar figure in the slanting rays of the evening sun.
She stood deep in the alley, half her body bathed in golden light, the other half hidden in the shadow cast by the wall.
She was a beautiful girl with dark golden hair.
Her long hair was tied into a neat, high ponytail, revealing her slender, fair neck.
A few strands fell beside her cheeks, gleaming softly in the sunset, and she held a longsword she had just returned to its sheath.
Judging by the dress she wore, though, she had probably only come out for a stroll.
She had merely happened to hear the commotion, then come over and spotted Greg, prompting her to draw her sword and help.
Otherwise, given her personality, she would most likely have walked away without getting involved.
Greg had expected a tongue-lashing for his behavior, but to his surprise, Ellie merely gave a cold "Hmph," then turned and strode deeper into the alley.
She walked briskly, showing no intention of waiting for him, her ponytail swinging in a sharp arc behind her.
There was only one possible explanation.
Ellie was angry.
Greg froze for a second, then immediately chased