However, with the uproar in the background, she calmed down a little.
It didn't inconvenience her until now, and there's nothing that could be done if she doesn't have one.
It can be thought of that way.
"My deepest apologies. I don't have a name."
"Hnnn... Is that so?"
It didn't bother Eris.
The miko was relieved at that.
This is the first time in her life that she hesitated so much to look into someone's eyes.
"However, I'm surprised. I heard you won't be coming to Milis."
"Since Rudeus got scared again, I came over... Um, I hurried!"
The teleportation magic circles should be kept a secret.
Eris understood that as well.
Of course, the miko already knew about the teleportation magic circles, and was chuckling to herself.
"Is that so, as expected of Eris-sama!"
"Fufun, of course!"
Eris's mood improved, and the atmosphere of the area became gentler.
Seeing that, the miko started thinking.
I'll flatter Eris more, and improve the atmosphere even more, she thought.
It's something the miko would normally never think.
"Umm, that is, I've always admired Eris-sama!"
"I-, is that so?"
"Yes, how can I become like Eris-sama?"
At that, Eris looked down on the miko.
Fluffy cheeks.
Plump arms and legs.
An overall lacking in tightness, unhealthy body.
"You want to become like me?"
"Yes! I want to become cool like Eris-sama, not just in how I talk... Eh?"[2]
Before anyone noticed.
Before anyone noticed, Eris had drawn her sword.
Of all the people present, only two of them were able to react.
The two who were especially gifted at swordplay among the Order of the Temple.
At the same time as they noticed, those two despaired.
Eris's sword was unsheathed.
They couldn't see her sword fly at all, but they could feel the sense that something, or someone, had been cut down.
Cut down.
Who was?
That much doesn't even need to be said.
"You!"
"How dare you--!"
What was severed was the miko's wrist... or rather, a branch around half it's width from the nearby Balta tree.[3]
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