“If we provide any further stimulation, who knows what kind of miracle they will pull out next? I don’t need the additional hassle right now,” the moron went on.

“But . . .” started the women.

“The hunting tool has been lost, which means that fan woman will be coming back, and their allies on the surface will bring in reinforcements too. If we don’t run away now, we will be overwhelmed and killed,” she reasoned, looking over Miyaji’s women with nothing but contempt in her eyes. “We might win the battle, but I want to win the war. I’m leaving.” The moron woman waved at me, blew me a kiss, and then turned away. “Oh, one thing. You seem to be getting pretty full of yourself, having learned some powerful new support magic, but there’s plenty of ways to deal with that other than what you’ve seen here today. For example, magic that removes it, or our own buffing magic or skills,” she revealed. I gritted my teeth at the pinpoint accuracy of her assessment. The mention of removal magic reminded me of the enemy we had faced when S’yne saved us.

If All Liberation Aura X was removed, I could just apply it again. But I could imagine a tug-of-war with the enemy removing it ensuing. If they started using the same kind of buffs . . . then we’d be on the back foot, having to remove them.

All stuff to be very careful of.

“I’ve heard you fought some of our low-level thugs. Maybe that’s given you the impression that we are easy to handle, but I promise you one thing: think too little of us and you’ll get burned,” the moron warned. So they had been “low-level thugs”?

It did sound like Motoyasu had fought them off pretty capably. “Honestly, there are so many races concerned about their souls. There was already a whole bunch of them who didn’t want to go and get attacked and die before they could come back. What a pain! The way you wiped out those who’ve been sent to your world has caused quite a scare,” the moron woman explained. That made sense—they were attacking so aggressively due to the presumption that they couldn’t die. But with the techniques we possessed, we could kill them completely without any chance for revival, which made it far more difficult for them to invade.

I did understand how they were feeling. I’d want to attack them right down to the last one—even as a zombie myself, if it came to it. Still, this woman loved to run her mouth.