What Claire trusted the most was Luke's safety training.
Getting carried away before you confirm your victory can get you killed.
Even if she had that weird Glutton…
"Apologize! I'm not weird. Also, didn't I tell you not to call me by my real name? That's a spell, understand?" The low voice rang out again, and this time, it spoke more quickly.
Claire's apology was even quicker. "Sorry, Gl- uh, you."
As she communicated with this mysterious existence, she examined the criminals before she finally relaxed.
The only survivor was the unlucky guy whose bird had already flown away, but he had passed out from the pain and blood loss.
The other criminals, including the one she shot in the chest, were all dead.
"Oh my god! You did this?" Karen mumbled.
Claire pulled a long face. "Would you believe me if I said that it wasn't me, but something else?"
