'So, what now?' Ace asked Dame Wasp, frustration creeping into his voice. His grip on the wall tightened, and the tension in his tone was evident. 'I can't stay here all day.'
'Master, we have three options—or rather, two suitable options for your style,' Dame Wasp replied calmly, her tone steady despite his irritation. 'If you give me a little more time, I can narrow down the possibilities of what Curseling the curse slave is fused with. If it's something we can handle with the rail rifle, we take it out. If not, we scale down the cliff and take a new route home on foot, once we are out of its range you can ride the motorbike. The third option is to fight the curse slave head-on. With the three of us, I don't think it'll stand much of a chance.'
She knew that considering Ace's style, he would not like the last option. Therefore, she warned him beforehand that there were only two options he would like.
