Thanks to the fact that the idiot had calmed down after taking a beating, the advance from that point onward was surprisingly smooth.
The formation remained the same as when we first entered: Baum as the vanguard, with Mirif and me taking the middle and rear positions. He shot me a look as if to say, âShouldnât the strongest one be leading?â but after almost dying once, he didnât dare voice any complaints.
ââ¦Heâs probably going to cause trouble at least once more before we get out of here.â
At that point, even Mirif wouldnât be able to stop me if I decided to kill him. She had clearly heard me say that Iâd kill him if he started acting up again.
âSister Lilyâ¦â
ââ¦What?â
âOh, I just wanted to thank you for earlier. If not for you, I might have been seriously hurt.â
ââ¦Right.â
âYesâ¦â
Despite my cold tone, Mirif couldnât seem to find the words to continue.@@novelbin@@
Priests always have this problem. Theyâre so gentle and soft-spoken that they canât express their emotions directly. If Agnes had been here instead, she probably would have roasted that idiot with fire magic long before I lost my patience.
And if it had been Ethan, he would have drawn his sword the moment the idiot tried to touch my maskâ¦
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Why am I even thinking about Ethan? Itâs not like he and I would ever find ourselves exterminating goblins together.