"..."
With a locked door in between of Marin, the mysterious writer of the letters who came from the mortal association, Dark-Bladed Shadow, and Avion, there was a hush the befell the deep underground cellars.
There was nobody there as if this part of the labyrinth was left unused for a while now.
Marin was locked inside while Avion was locked outside.
"..."
Avion placed one of his ear on the door and heard nothing. A wide smile stretched from his lips, trying to restrain the burst of laughter within him.
Only after a while did Marin gain composure, "Who are you?" she faced the wooden door, "Do you think I can't break this door by sheer force?"
"Try it." a voice replied beyond the door she faced.
"Tsk! You're underestimating the wrong goddess!" Marin raised her foot and brought all her weight forward together with a pushing force from the other foot, bringing a tremendous strength despite her slender limbs.
