"Go, Lyra, go, you can do it," Elior cheered, and only gods know when he created that flag with Lyra's face on it, to cheer her on.
"Shut up," Lyra shouted. Her legs lurched up to block the advance of the ghoul, strings entrancing the monster's limbs together to make it fall.
"Yes, yes, that's it," Elior didn't stop, "tear it to shred, rip it apart like you're playing with a doll. GO, Lyra go."
Lyra clenched her teeth as cold mana ran through her strings freezing the monster before she stuck with her dagger, killing it again.
"Screw you," she said, panting.
"Anytime," Elior laughed, waving the flag.
Weirdly, a warm, soothing feeling surged through Lyra immediately, proving the flag wasn't merely for show.
Over a few dozen metres to the right, the flat-chested princess battled on her own. Nobody to cheer for her, but she was relentlessly killing monsters, one after another.
