"What is happening here?" A feminine voice echoed outside of the house. "Why am I feeling magic inside the house! Rumpelstiltskin?! Pinocchio?! What is going on?!"
As the door creaked open, a figure of a girl welcomed our eyes. That girl wore a merchant's dress, with an obsidian hoodie resting behind her head. She had an aptitude for controlling plants, which my system told me. The girl also had emerald hair fluttering over her body, with subtle scales covering her skin.
A splatter of blood stained the clothes of that girl. The vermilion trail of blood reached out at her thighs, telling me she had wounds covering her body. Those injuries seemed fresh to me, showing that girl fought someone or something from the past few hours.
'That girl must be a dragonewt!' I thought, while concealing my blade.
"Olivia? What are you doing here" Pinocchio, the puppet with a long nose, asked, as he too lowered his magic circle.
