Figxin habitually reached for her waist. Normally, a shortsword would be there to handle any sudden situations.
Like beasts, monsters, or the most common and dangerous threat of all: people with ill intentions.
Her first reaction was that the two girls in front of her were exactly that kind of people.
Telling a stranger you have extra tickets? To the Northern People, that was completely unbelievable. They were either swindlers or scouts for bandits.
'They must take me for a novice.' Figxin almost laughed. She'd been on a boat for days and was itching to stretch her limbs.
But when she reached, her shortsword wasn't there. Only then did she remember she was only wearing her Inner Armor and had no weapon. She immediately raised her fists in front of her, settling into a fighting stance. She could handle these two with her bare hands.
Zete Mage quickly pulled Figxin back.
