"Who are you?"
...It was all just a sly joke — a casual tease.
How did it turn out like this?
I was hurt. Bleeding from the mouth and nostrils. My vision—and perception in general—was getting hazy, and it was taking everything I had to remain conscious… from just one blow.
The person impersonating my Master had gotten within a few meters of me.
And their gaze… it was indifference I sensed—utter indifference from those golden irises.
I do not understand what is going on, but… this definitely was not Master Raven anymore.
After all… Master Raven's Prime Value did not read as "Nil"—the type of error that manifests when you try to measure the likes of Gabi'el and Namadris.
"If that attack was able to immobilize you so," they began, not a single gesture betraying any emotion, "it only means you are ineffective."
They squinted. "Master has no need for ineffective pawns."
And with that, they raised a hand toward me.
Tsk! I'm still under attack?