——It's Patricia.
Ronald only then had an epiphany.
Such calm and steady emotional fluctuations, weren't these the very mindset the swordsman girl oft maintained!
However, the confusion had not entirely dissipated.
In the dwindling company of this late night, why would Patricia appear in his own residence?
Amidst Ronald's stupor,
Patricia, who was sitting at the desk, also turned her head.
Seeing that the person who opened the door was Ronald, a look of surprise flashed across the girl's face,
"Hm?"
"You… Who are you!"
Clang——
The expression on her face shifted from confusion to anger.
In the moment the sound of her voice fell, Patricia drew her sword from her side and thrust towards the location of Ronald's shoulder blade.
Ronald quietly watched her movements.
The trajectory of the blade piercing through the air was thus imprinted in his eyes.
