"You again, tsk," the red-haired woman clicked her tongue in annoyance when she saw the whitish-grey-haired girl standing before Aether, her glare piercing like daggers.
"P-Please, he's done what you asked, P-Please leave u-us," Stella pleaded, though her voice quivered with fear.
"That ain't--" Before the red-haired woman could finish her sentence, Blake appeared beside her, his expression unreadable as he whispered in her ear, 'We cannot kill her in front of the strangers... Let's leave, he's already dead as meat,' before walking away with a determined stride.
The red-haired woman hesitated for a moment, glancing back at the group of onlookers who were clearly disapproving of their actions. She then reluctantly picked up the silver crystal and started to walk back without saying a word, her frustration evident in her clenched fists.
