——These two people... especially that man, must be feeling utterly desperate right now.
Scythe Weasel thought smugly to himself.
——After all the effort to defeat that Shinno, they thought they could finally breathe easy, only to have someone much stronger suddenly appear.
——Heh, if it were me, I'd feel desperate too.
Driven by the smug feeling of "victory in hand, time to toy with these two prey," he very much wanted to see Aoto's expression right now.
Unfortunately... Aoto's face was currently shrouded in the shadow of the trees, obscuring his features, let alone his expression.
——What should I do...?
Mukiwa lightly bit her lower lip, glanced sideways at Aoto beside her.
——Mr. Tachibana probably can't fight any longer now.
——With just me, there's no way to defeat this guy...
——I have to find a way to escape...
——If I am determined to flee, this guy shouldn't be able to catch me.
——But Mr. Tachibana...
Mukiwa glanced again at Aoto's battered, exhausted body.
