"Just die!"
Dorothy uses her elbow to hit Draven's face harshly, making him release her hand and groan as he rubs his face.
"You bitch!"
Gelda aimed at her neck with her knife but Dorothy immediately bent backward as the knife sliced into the thin air following the edge of a strand of hair trim off.
(T-that was close!)
Dorothy thought, terrified if the knife had really gone through her neck.
She released a sigh of relief from her fortunate situation.
But she immediately stood up on guard when she noticed that Daren was glaring at her.
"... Playtime is over."
Draven exclaimed bitterly while calming himself down as he pulled out his blade from his sheath.
Her eyes widened by the familiar weapon at sight.
(.... Sword!?)
Dorothy thought in confusion because she thought swords were no longer used in that era.
(... Gael said that it's old-fashioned! It seems that it's only on his eyes that's old fashioned!)
