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Saki never shied away from a fight. Even in situations where she was significantly outmatched in terms of levels, skills, attributes, and numbers, she held her weapon firmly, as if it were an extension of her own body, and faced the battle with her head held high. For this reason, the sudden retreat of the knights and their fervent prayers to their "mistress" at the first sign of difficulty lowered their reputation in her eyes to that of strange creatures who had recently been babbling about all sorts of oddities. Observing these events, she suddenly remembered the vocabulary of a young man she had met along the way. He introduced himself as Ardoran Neigraev, and he would probably describe these people with the word "losers."
"Who are you?" she asked, as if speaking to a schizophrenic, addressing the voices in her head.