Color gradually returned to her pale face. She slowly nodded her head and thrust her blood-stained knife at the Usapiru’s vital point.
For some reason, her demeanor was the polar opposite of what she was like before, her eyes now shined with determination.
At the sight of the Usapiru squirming and convulsing, Raphtalia silently closed her eyes.
Then a moment later, she changed her grip on the knife and began skinning the rabbit.
“Let me do that. I don’t want you handling all the grunt work.”
“Hai.”