It took only an instant for three attacks to tear through the air, each one brimming with lethal intent.
But the two swords and the staff struck nothing but empty space, missing their intended target entirely.
The assailant who had incapacitated Artemisia was suddenly a hundred meters away from their initial position.
[Oh, you're faster than I estimated? Still not an issue, though.]
They commented as they glanced at the faint tear in his clothing where Arthur's sword had grazed them, their expression completely unbothered.
Only then did the trio properly process their appearance.
A tall man with long black hair tied into a ponytail just below the back of his head, his facial features objectively above average, with black eyes and a trace of stubble on his chin.
He was clad in the black uniform of the Gozonian Army, but none of them for a moment believed he was a demon, or any sort of ally to Gozon.
Rather, they couldn't discern what he was.
Not even Arthur could.
