The young lady was running away in the forest.
She wasn't the type to abandon her kin and flee alone; the orthodox education she had received since childhood had equipped her with the leadership necessary for a midnight aristocrat.
She clearly understood what it meant in her family to flee without fighting in such a situation.
But she couldn't turn back and choose to fight.
Because she didn't have any kin to speak of, in the face of a Gold Stage enemy who had charged onto the battlefield, the destruction of the midnight hunters had already been set in stone.
The opponent was a white knight skilled in natural psychic power tactics and capable of using divine arts, and it was in a forest setting!
These were elements full of deadly danger.
For her, a vampire psychic who had yet to pass the Trial of the Silver Body, escaping from such an enemy was already an undeniable victory.
However, a huge question was resonating in Phemys' head.
