"Ah... help..."
At that moment, a scream echoed inside the house.
Because he planned to go to the door to open it, the person in the room was now standing on the porch, where his right shoulder was completely empty.
Just a moment ago.
Patricia had severed his right arm!
Though she had just acquired this ability, the girl had already managed to apply it in actual combat.
"Ah..."
In the meantime, the guy on the porch continued to whimper.
He had disguised himself as an innocent citizen.
But as soon as he saw Ronald and Patricia at the door, his expression completely changed.
The pain and fear from losing his arm faded from his face.
Instead, a ruthless and mad look appeared in his eyes.
"Heh, you're also dogs of the investigation bureau, huh!"
"Indeed..."
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The man on the porch hadn't finished speaking when Patricia, standing behind Ronald, shifted her right hand slightly and lightly pulled at the sword sheath on her waist.