“Don’t be so naive!” Witch fired back. “This is combat. There’s no such thing as cowardice in combat! But we’re telling you this because we aren’t cowards! If you have an issue with that, you can share it—after you turn this situation back to your own advantage!” Crazy people of this type really did love this kind of argument—that the winner got to decide everything. Was there a book somewhere that they learned all these lines from?

“Well, well, well. You have the technology we’ve provided you with, so you can still use your own magic even under these circumstances,” the moron woman said to Witch, pointing to an armband she was wearing. “Good luck!” Hold on. Did that mean Witch and Armor could use magic from our world?

“Why do I have to do all the fighting?” Witch whined. “I’m only here to support Hidemasa from the rear!” Even under these conditions, Witch just wanted to have an easy time of it in the back. Her position hadn’t changed at all from when she’d been allied with Motoyasu.

However, our enemies were still only arguing amongst themselves verbally. It hadn’t created any kind of advantage for us yet. I took a breath, calming myself, and tried to think of an effective move.

The biggest threats were Miyaji, Armor and his axe, and then the moron woman and her chain vassal weapon from S’yne’s world. The other women were, when compared to what I’d seen Raphtalia and Glass do, not much of a threat.

We could still win this.

Not to mention, based on the information that they were suppressing the holy weapons to draw out their power, the capabilities of Armor’s axe had to be reduced. The axe seven star weapon was under our jurisdiction, rather than the four holy weapons of this world.

That said, with Itsuki and my own weapon now out of action, there was no way to test that assumption. It was better to keep our guard up. It would have been great if we could have used sakura stone of destiny weapons or protections, but they weren’t compatible. If I could have used them, I’d have sent Raphtalia in with a preemptive strike.

“Let’s get this fight started, shall we?” the moron woman said. Weakening an opponent into the ground, splitting them up, and then coming at them full force—this was no different from the approach Takt had taken. It might only be a little better this time because of the hints the moron woman had unleashed so imperiously. “Now, in the name of all that is just and fair, we shall end you!” I didn’t even have the energy for a caustic reply.

“Our justice shall destroy the ambitions of the shield demon king and his minions!” Armor added.