“I won’t allow that anyway!” Rishia raised her projectile weapon and leapt at Armor. “I just need to destroy that accessory, correct?”

“That’s right,” I confirmed before turning to Armor. “Now it’s your turn. We’re stealing that axe off your corpse if we have to!”

“Isn’t there a better way of saying that?” Raphtalia commented. She made a good point, on reflection. I was sounding like the bad guy again.

“Hah!” Armor launched a bold swing at the incoming Rishia. But he couldn’t hope to hit her as she darted around, using the walls and even the ceiling to launch herself freely through the air.

“Air Strike Throw Z Second—” Rishia started.

“Great Tornado IV!” Armor interrupted, intercepting her projectile skill with a tornado just before it landed. That trick again!

“Well, well, well. I hardly know what to say. I’m so disappointed. Right, S’yne?” the moron woman said. I looked over in that direction to see S’yne wrapped up in the chain. She’d been holding her own until a moment ago! The situation was that bad?

Then I noticed a number of Miyaji’s women bowing their heads to the moron woman. Were they going to try and get some revenge?

“Please, let us join those who follow you!” one of them said. I almost fell over in surprise.

Chapter Fourteen: Quick Adaptation

Chapter Fourteen: Quick Adaptation

“I’ve hated his stuck-up attitude ever since I met him,” one of the other women said.

“Please! Let us join you!” another said. Man. There were witches in every world—displaying whiplash-like quick adaptation to a situation mere moments after their man had been killed. It was almost worthy of respect. It was all so sordid, but almost exhilarating too. Scary stuff.

“Not a bad idea, maybe,” moron woman pondered. “There’s been interest in you too. An opportunity to make myself look good.” I had already understood that they were in an alliance with Miyaji, but this seemed like needless exposition at this point in time. “Anyway. It looks like it’s finally time for me to clean up this mess,” the moron said. After trussing up S’yne, she proceeded to ignore her and turned to face the rest of us. S’yne was struggling to get away but couldn’t move at all.

“Raphtalia, Shildina, Ethnobalt, target that woman now,” I told them.

“Okay!” The others also nodded at Raphtalia’s shout. But then—