Lance paid Reynard no mind, advancing with his sword at the ready.
The woman on the bed, upon seeing this, showed not a hint of panic. With one hand, she pushed the man towards Lance, then leaped naked from the bed, a small Dagger appearing in her hand from nowhere.
"Enem—"
She had just begun to call out, but how could her reaction be faster than Lance's?
He kicked aside the man lunging towards him and then lunged forward himself, interrupting her cry.
Their difference in strength was too great. The instant their weapons clashed, the small Dagger was knocked from her hand by Lance's brute force. The next second, his Short Sword plunged into her chest, pinning her against the bed.
"AH! COUGH!"
Yet, strangely, she showed no pain from the injury; instead, her expression turned fanatical.
Lance knew the methods these Heretics used. He withdrew the Short Sword and thrust it upward from beneath her chin, ending her life swiftly.
