Alana watched without batting an eyelash as the young figure who had its heart struck by her sword helplessly fell backward, and finally touched the muddy ground. Triggered by the fall, the jet black dome surrounding the village slowly dissipated, allowing the adventurers to see the veil-less bright sky once again.
"...…."
Despite the one successfully brought upon the being's end, the emerald ranker unable to muster any feeling of accomplishment to celebrate this victory. Instead, she felt terribly conflicted, and continued to stare at the inanimate opponent with sorrowful expression.
The source of this complication in her heart was a simple fact that the being looked exactly like a little girl.
No, saying it like that was wrong. Alana believed the body did belong to an actual little girl, a thought she had been trying to put aside to the corner of her mind since the first time the being greeted them.
