The demonic artistic spirit, intent on removing each rib one by one and hollowing out skulls to create crafts, seemed as unwavering as ever.
Reed stole a glance at Ailette. She was so deeply immersed in a world shaped by her mental imagery and sensations that she paid no heed to the intruder’s presence.
If a threat were detected nearby, her instincts would awaken first, her body would react, and her consciousness would follow. Yet Reed had no intention of disrupting the flow of her training.
Agnes felt the same. Far from waking Ailette, she was more concerned that the clamor of battle might disturb her disciple.
“<Can’t we take care of that demon quietly in one swift strike?>”
“I’m sorry, Saintess. Since I can’t use magic, overwhelming her will be difficult.”
“<Oh, right, you can’t use…