Black mask.
Brown hair.
And golden eyes shining within that mask.
White energy sheathing the sword.
With the faint scent wafting and the air vibrating, I had to widen my eyes as I looked at the woman who’d appeared.
“You…”
Why is she suddenly popping up here? Just as I was taken aback by Yarang, who appeared out of nowhere and saved me—
“Yarang…”
The crow in front hadn’t expected this either; his expression twisted.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
With a murderous face, the crow asked Yarang.
Whirr.
Yarang gave no answer; she simply spun her sword and leveled its sharp tip at him.
“Ha?”
Seeing that, the crow let out a snort.
“So you mean to interfere with me now.”
“……”
“I was in the midst of executing an enemy who throws the Ten Thousand Realms into chaos. What you’re doing now is plainly in defiance of the will of the Ten…