Temple of the Thousand Winds, the Domain's second floor.
Torchlight like blazing red dandelions filled the entire round, domed chamber. The Ruin Hunter's rust-colored steel body hovered in midair, the lance-like tip of its right arm coming within a hair of Li Qiuzhi and the others.
That had been close. Thank goodness. Whew.
Fischl patted her dust-covered skirt. A large tear had opened in the back of her tights, exposing soft, snow-white skin, probably snagged on a stone on the ground.
Her smooth, long blond hair and the fair skin of her back exposed by her short dress were a little dusty, but she had suffered no scrapes or other injuries.
After all, though she looked like a soft, delicate girl, her physique was hardly weak, especially with the power of Artifacts bolstering her.
As for Li Qiuzhi, with Fischl's body cushioning him, he was even less likely to have been hurt.
"Milady, are you all right?"
Oz the Night Raven hurried over. He, too, had not expected a Ruin Hunter to appear.
Fischl lowered her skirt, covering the tear in her tights a little. Folding her arms, she glanced at Li Qiuzhi beside her with her right eye, the one not hidden by her black eyepatch, then addressed Oz with considerable dignity:
"...Ahem. Fortunately, my attendant came to my aid in time, so I suffered no injury."
"Thank you, Sir Li Qiuzhi!" As Her Highness the Prinzessin der Verurteilung's familiar, Oz the Night Raven was naturally deeply grateful.
[Fischl felt favorably toward you. Gained 285 Friendship points. Current Friendship level: Lv. 4 (5/400)]
Though little Amy maintained a reserved facade, she was quite grateful inside.
Her Friendship had risen considerably, reaching Lv. 4 ahead of the other girls Li Qiuzhi knew. This meant she considered him a