(Master. Single move from them, summon me, I'll drain their lives) (Lilith)
(Call me, I'll chop these bastards' heads) (Griselda)
(I'll make them into fertilizer) (Azelia)
(They'll freeze for eternity...) (Eira)
(Summon us, master!!) (Syplhia)
(I'll burn them to cinders) (Hestia)
(I'll cut their men's things and burn them to purify them) (Cynthia)
(Master. Your call) (Arturia)
The Mythril-ranked mercenaries stared at him in wary as they ready their swords, while the guildmaster only raised one of his arms, halting them from attacking Lyan.
(Now, now, calm down, ladies. We're not fighting anyone here. Well, at least not yet) (Lyan)
Lyan sent his thought toward the spirit girls inside the grimoire's space.
The murderous intent that the girls emitted only leaked from Lyan for a moment, he swiftly suppress those bloodlusts from leaking, making the people in the room only sense their bloodlust for a short moment.
