Amid the thick, suffocating killing intent, I slightly turn my face toward the girl and check on Erika and the others with my eyes.
A little further away, I could see Erika's figure behind the three girls who had drawn their weapons, as if they were protecting her.
"Wow, how impressive. To think you'd dare look away from me."
"…I thought I'd have some leeway since you were the one who came asking for a reason."
"Yeah… I won't give you any more."
The girl smiled beautifully with eyes devoid of light, then began directing stronger killing intent and magical power toward me.
From her reaction, there was no doubt—she was the older sister Croana had told me about.
She was clearly angry. She must think I did something to Croana.
…But I never expected her way of confirming things would be through scent.
I never imagined we'd run into each other this quickly, and in Santony of all places.
The girl raised one hand toward me and spoke.
"Why do you smell like Croana?"
