"No. I firmly believe that I will be able to keep my word. A better question is, how are you going to get away from us without someone to teleport you away?"
The dark-haired girl smirked and turned around.
What she faced was the acid magician working with the Barbariacca nation and the lower half of an armored man.
...whose upper half was being swallowed by the air emperor with one-their of her face melted off by the passive defense of the girl in a well-fitting hazmat suit and a broken gas mask who herself was in a state of absolute shock, only able to stare up at the bloodied corpse disappearing within the monster's mouth.
"Did they taste like someone important?
Miriette asked her summon spell casually.
"Not really, he was pretty average – and this definitely wasn't the same person who helped her out before."
The air emperor hissed in an indifferent way as her head regenerated without leaving any sight of ever getting damaged.
