“Wonderful, Hidemasa! Let us hurry up and bring an end to these holy heroes and vassal weapon heroes from another world. We have our own mighty ambitions to fulfill, after all!” This came from another woman, speaking as she also came in through the door. She was sounding a lot like Witch already. I felt like putting my head into my hands. No more bitchy women!

The newcomer had striking cream-colored hair. She was relatively tall and quite beautiful. A mature woman, but different from Sadeena and Rat . . . and if what she had just said was anything to go by, she was completely ugly and stupid on the inside.

She looked like a variant on Witch, basically.

She was wearing highly revealing clothing that had large buttons placed on it in random places. For some reason, she also reminded me of S’yne. Perhaps it was because her clothing was so similar. The weather here wasn’t hot or cold, but while the design was like S’yne’s clothing, she was using some kind of fur material as well. The cool, collected look in her eyes—at odds with her actions and appearance—was also the same as S’yne.

“You—” As this woman appeared, S’yne’s own gaze became even more intense. It filled her with murderous intent as she rushed forward and attacked the woman with her scissors.

“Well, well, well! If it isn’t S’yne,” the woman said. The woman stepped forward and took a chain out from . . . somewhere, catching the scissors on it.

I had a real nasty feeling about that chain. It had a gemstone on it, a characteristic of the weapons—including the four holy ones—and the gemstone looked cloudy.

“You move quickly, S’yne. It’s been so long since we last met,” the woman mocked.

“I won’t forgive you—for your betrayal!” S’yne replied, even as the woman easily avoided the follow-up attack from S’yne’s familiar. I could tell already that she was skilled in combat.

“You’re still harping on that old stuff? Wandering the worlds with that broken-down vassal weapon, seeking revenge? That’s why you are stupid. Having such a stupid younger sister is no joke, I can tell you,” the woman replied.

“Sister?!” I exclaimed, which drew her attention to me. For some reason, she looked surprised for a moment.

“Well, well, well. I’m so shocked I can hardly speak,” she said. That response only served to further enrage me. What had she seen when she looked at me? “Some things don’t change, S’yne. But nothing good will come from such stubbornness. Why keep wishing for something that can never come true?” she asked.