The different kind drew closer, and Maya could clearly see its sharp fangs and the excitement in its eyes, which was not much different from her own when she saw roasted meat.
Leopard Girl clenched the short sword in her hand; the metal hilt was somewhat corroded, making it uncomfortable to hold, but at this moment as she counted down to what might be the end of her life, Maya rarely thought of her brother's name.
Malin.
Yes, that's right, Malin.
...Just... Malin.
The different kind leapt like a large dog.
Maya shrank back, trying to dodge the pounce and plunge the short sword into its side.
It would definitely not kill the creature, and she herself might die from a second pounce in the very next second... but at least a child of the Gaiate family had fought back.
With this thought, Maya saw herself, saw the figure she had seen in the mirror, herself draped in a black wedding dress, leaping out from a suddenly opened rift and slicing the different kind in two with a sword.
