Roselia's POV
"…Manager, what is that?" my companion whispered.
"No idea," I admitted, my voice tight with fear. "I'm scared too."
"Didn't you say she's a kin created by one of your kind? Isn't she like you?"
"I don't know whose kin she is," I said, shaking my head. "And you don't have that kind of power."
"Tch."
As we whispered, the disciple charged her master, her movements feral and unrestrained. Her sword was gone, taken by the master, so I assumed it'd be hand-to-hand combat.
I was wrong.
Whoosh.
Blood-red magic coalesced, forming a blade in her hand as if summoned from the ether. The master, caught off guard, raised her own sword just in time.
Clang!
The sharp ring of steel collided with a deafening roar of clashing energies, the sound reverberating through the tavern. The remaining pillars groaned under the strain, creaking ominously.
As the two women launched into a second, fiercer battle, one thought consumed me:
Who the hell made her?
