"No, the demoness is busy draining your lover's life essence," Black Fang let out a low breath and stood. "This is no demoness but a warrior who's extinguished more lives than I can even imagine…"
"H-hey!" Ayame gasped, unable to believe this woman would make such a joke.
Well… She sent a gaze toward the dome and had to begrudgingly accept that it wasn't exactly a false statement.
Hanae beamed at the pair as if she had not just brutally folded them moments ago.
She turned, crossed a few steps, and lowered herself to the ground with grace, legs folding beneath her into a calm seated posture.
"Sit. Both of you."
Ayame blinked. Black Fang frowned.
"We are ready to continue," they said at the same time.
Hanae did not open her eyes. "Later."
Ayame clicked her tongue. "We barely got started."
