The mercenary's blade cut through the air, and considering Diane's height, the attack was aimed at her neck. A determined and lethal attack. Even if she was still invisible, it might have been possible to wound her.
"W-What?!" the mercenary cried, startled.
But of course, the distance between the two of them was the same as the distance between heaven and earth.
Even though I couldn't see her, or even the weapon she was carrying, I knew Diane had protected me from the blow because of the sparks that formed from the clash between the blades.
There wasn't a single drop of blood where the sword had stopped, so it seemed Diane hadn't been hit. And not only that, the sparks followed a path towards the sword's hilt, approaching the man who wielded it.
Everything happened in a single second, the clash between them ending with the mercenary raising his head high. My brain imagined Diane punching him in the chin.
