"How did you get here?" Saber shouted, stepping back, clearly traumatized by the grim memory of her beating him to a pulp.
"I have been here quite early." The crimson-haired woman cracked her head with a smile and spoke with a hint of amusement.
"It seems you have forgotten the beating I gave earlier..."
"Nooo!" Saber's whole body shivered, and he looked at me with a pleading gaze.
GULP!
I swallowed my saliva, seeing the bloody apparition behind Saber reshaping into a ghostly, blood-soaked figure.
The voice, the appearance, and the figure—I had already discerned it, but seeing it materialize, I didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
'Is this my good luck or bad luck?'
'Whatever it is, since I was given a chance, I should turn this into an opportunity.'
Looking at Saber, I said, "Saber, show some courtesy to her. After all, you are greeting none other than the Crimson Witch."
