“Like I already said,” I reminded her. “You think we’re just letting you walk out of here?” The moron was surrounded and yet still looked at ease.

“I’m pretty sure I can. From what I’ve seen so far, anyway,” she replied, still smiling.

“You really think you can get away from this many people?” I retorted.

“You are making the mistake of underestimating me,” she replied. Her chain started to give off a suspicious light, which proceeded to envelop her entirely. A mysterious aura proceeded to fill the chamber. S’yne grabbed the chain, her eyes intent, and glared at the moron woman. We still needed to save S’yne, but I wasn’t sure how.

Then the moron woman threw her at us.

I reacted on instinct, grabbing her, and then a horizontal shock wave hit and sent us all flying. Even as I hurtled away, I looked around the room to see chains erupting out of everywhere and knocking away my entire party. Everyone reacted in their own way, including cries of pain and one “fehhh.” Then we were all smashed into the wall and stunned.

It was such a powerful, such a fast attack, I almost wanted to ask why she hadn’t done that to start with.

“Your defenses are insufficient for any real purpose. Look how easily I made a mockery of you. Now do you understand that I’ve been playing with you the entire time?” the moron woman said. I’d just been selected by the vassal weapon, so the lack of enhancements really hurt. Her attitude didn’t really impress me either, considering this had all started with a carefully laid trap.

I laid the unconscious S’yne down on the floor, stood up, and readied my mirrors, directing them toward the moron woman. I couldn’t attack on my own, but I also couldn’t just stand by and watch more of this unfold. This was the moment to use skills like the Glass Shield or weapons with a countereffect to fight back.

Perhaps sensing what I was thinking, the moron woman smiled unsettlingly. As soon as things appeared to have turned in her favor, Miyaji’s gaggle of women started clamoring again too.

“Amazing! Now, quickly! Finish these infidels off!” one of them said.

“Master Hidemasa died because you showed up!” said another.

“Avenge him!” shouted a third. The moron woman raised her hands, seemingly having no time for these women herself.

“No. This is all such a pain. I already told you, I’m leaving,” she said. The women were stunned, faces in shock at being rejected so plainly. “They didn’t kill former musical instrument hero, either. It was one of our own. You are assigning blame in the wrong place.” That was true. Armor had done the killing, not us.

She might be a moron, but sometimes she did make sense.