Celia stood before Rhode. Her usual cold and expressionless face was nowhere to be seen. Instead, this time, her face was filled with fury and anger. Rhode folded his arms as he stared at his own summoned spirit — And before he could give her any instructions, she immediately drew her sword in an arc and sliced the mercenary's corpse. Holy silver flames flared as it burned the poor bastard's corpse into nothingness.
Although the holy flame was powerful, it produced no smoke nor ashes in its wake. This could be considered an extremely environmentally friendly product…
"I haven't even told you to do anything yet?"
"I'm very sorry, Master."
Celia tilted her head down slightly, both of her hands were still gripping onto her sword tightly."I sensed a malicious presence and I couldn't stand it any longer, so…"
"… Forget it."
Rhode waved his hand and stopped Celia's apology. He wasn't affected by her action at all.
