In one of the impoverished areas of the lower levels of Kaalen Tower City, a temporary shelter had been set up for the missionary sisters of the Vayetran Church, where they could stay until a proper convent or mission house was built.
Rosemarie and Sadim were currently staying there, though Sadim often spent time in the higher levels of the tower.
At the moment, he was sharpening his ornate red and gold sword, while Rosemarie was carefully inspecting and loading bullets into the magazines for her special guns.
"Next time I run into those bastards, I'm blowing their damn heads off. I don't care if they're using [Barrier Magic] or wearing armor made of tempered gallenite—bitch material is bitch material, and they're a whole damn yard of it!"
It was clear that whenever she had a gun in hand, her entire demeanor changed.
The same was true now, as she checked each bullet with a deadly focus, ensuring their sharpness and thickness.
