- Oh, something like this? - A crossbow is pulled out from under her skirt, with ominous, shimmering highlights on its polished surface, and even touching it seems dangerous. - Yes, if it works, it might solve our problem.
- As always, my character ruined everything... - Ayano sighs, then puts an arm around Sonata. - At least I didn't get bought out, otherwise who knows what would have happened.
- And what are they doing, or... are they just suffering? - Nihonka pretended to be saddened by these words, but in reality, her fists, hidden under the tabletop, clenched white.
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- Base, foundation... Sounds good. I hope the duration or conditions of its effect can be calculated so that it will be enough for us. Excellent lead, Edgelord-kun.
- Well, we've sorted out these issues as much as possible. Now, regarding our team... - she thought deeply. - ...Bors-san, what can you realistically offer in our situation? Don't get me wrong - I have the highest opinion of your skills; after all, you still pop up behind me every time I go to the store, no matter how carefully I look around. But I have a very strong suspicion that one missed blow or an unexpected trick from our enemies will send you to your grave, and then I will instantly die of grief, and after me, your woman, and half of Margel. This is completely unacceptable. Given the confined space, this is very possible. Besides, I don't feel like you're ready to take a sin upon yourself and fight the enemy to the last, fatal blow. It's not in your nature, and there's no point in trying to overcome this barrier at this stage.