The Agency agents turned their eyes.
“Wow!”
A wire tipped with a gaudy nail shot over in an instant and wrapped itself around the hem of a baby mermaid’s clothes.
The Group A assistant manager’s personal weapon.
“Huh? Fireworks!”
The child laughed.
Listening to the infected baby mermaid’s laughter, Jin Nasol cut away the most fatal part first.
The part that secreted paralytic fluid and infectious fluid.
Slice.
“Aaaagh!”
The huge tail attached to the baby mermaid was severed and fell away.
Blood and slime burst out.
“It hurts! It hurts!”
An agent’s attack brushed past by a hair.
Without hesitating, Jin Nasol yanked that one baby mermaid—its tail cut off and now neutralized—toward herself with the wire and pinned it in one hand.
“Ack!”
Then she declared,
“If you come any closer, I kill it.”
“…!”
It was a perfectly rational choice.
‘My leg isn’t right.’
Jin Nasol’s calf, which had been hit by the bell-bladed chopper earlier, was still paralyzed, so even while chasing that ominous cat-being all the way here, she had had to use items.
In this condition, squaring off against two Agency agents while grabbing the items and fleeing would be idiotic.
Jin Nasol hated idiotic things.
So she chose.
“I said don’t come.”
“…!”
Even if words didn’t get through, some kinds of communication worked on gestures alone.
“Bronze, wait.”
Agent Choi, who valued lives one by one, immediately raised his hands as though surrendering to Jin Nasol and hurriedly turned his brain over, searching for an alternative.