Her lips parted as she chriped, "How have you been, young master?"
"WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?!"
Azariah's body trembled violently, his face contorted with anger, his voice echoing throughout the forest.
"Aww, you don't remember me?" Sypha asked, her voice gleaming with amusement. "That makes me sad, young master."
Aimar slowly crawled back, away from Aaliyah's dead body.
He blankly looked at the tall woman who strode towards them.
Sypha took out another knife and played with it, her cheerful voice echoed, "Well, including her, two died, and two more to go."
Azariah's face turned pale at her words, his body moved instinctively to stand in front of Aimar.
"...Who are you?" he growled at her, drawing his katana.
Aimar stood up as well, with Keegan tightening his grip on his sword.
Sypha tilted her head, her smile never wavering, "...We will talk properly later on, young master. For now, let me kill hi—."
