"He must have done it on purpose!"
On the training field of Fire Island, Medea gritted her teeth as she spoke.
"Whether it was intentional or not, didn't you read his mind?" Miel, with her back against Medea's, was vigilant of the surrounding area, ready for any possible attacks, and asked.
"No," Medea shamelessly replied, "there was no time to read."
Miel certainly thought Medea had read it.
"Stop chattering, you two!" Mia, who was swiftly running around the perimeter, suddenly shouted, then took a tricky angle to cut in.
So fast! Medea subconsciously wanted to activate her skill to control her, but Mia's speed far exceeded her reaction time. Before Medea could aim, the shadow under her feet suddenly entwined around her ankle, hanging the Enchanting Demon lady upside down.
She dangled in the air, swaying, but she quickly fell again: because Miel had already shot and broken the shadow that bound her.
