"W-what is wrong with that woman?!" Mika wondered as he fought back.
It was night when a random young woman was attacking Mika with a sword in the city Fyuna. The others were about to step in but were stopped by Yarjak, who could just shake his head in disappointment and shame.
"Hic~"
Her eyes were not focused nor was her stance firm. Furthermore, her reddened cheeks, her occasional hiccups and the stench of alcohol led one to believe that she was drunk. And yet, she managed to swing her long sword, which resembled Belian's one-edged sword, without any problems. It was as if wielding the sword was like moving a part of her body to her.
Mika, who did not know who that woman was, defended her attacks and recognized that he could not let his guard down against her.
"Are you from the north?" the woman asked.
"Hic~"
And a hiccup followed right after.
"The north? I'm from Loogam!" Mika replied.
The woman narrowed her gaze.
