Mukiwa's beautiful eyes flashed with a trace of fear... but she managed to hide it well.
Her movement as she stood before Aoto was resolute, without a hint of hesitation.
Just as if she were doing something completely natural.
"Mr. Tachibana, can you still move? If you can, leave here quickly, I'll buy you some time..."
Mukiwa didn't have time to finish her sentence... because the Scythe Weasel moved!
The battle they thought would be easily won had turned into this dire situation, filled with emotions of anger, hatred, and humiliation; the Scythe Weasel didn't want to wait another second—he wanted these two hateful ones dead immediately!
Dragging his temporarily unusable left arm at his side, the Scythe Weasel stomped with both feet like a whirlwind, charging straight at Aoto and Mukiwa.
His beloved sword, raised like a scythe, projected a chilling blue light onto Aoto and Mukiwa's faces.
