[Verdantis]
[Outskirts]
Intrigued, she thought that feeling would be fleeting in this era. Yet here she was provided with a new plaything. Someone who dispatched ten thousand of her creatures in mere minutes, someone who could counter her semi-serious attack, someone interesting. With that helmet, his visage was all the more mysterious. Using her clairvoyance, she could discern his identity, but there was no fun in that. She rather liked the thrill of the unknown and asked herself, who was this boy whose mana she could not detect?
"So have you come to combat me, boy?" Rhiannon inquired, almost casually. "Hmm, you may have worth." She glanced at the slumped-over Isabella and kneeled over Agatha as well as the unconscious form of Reynard some ways away. "More so than those few. Though the one who was directing them also has my attention."
"I'm so 'honored' you think so," Mikoto spat out with sarcasm, planting Sabre in the grass-covered ground while resting his hands atop the hilt.
