"Y-You…how did y–"
Before Lesha could finish her words, she had vanished into red cubic particles, reappearing a few dozen meters away, beneath the statue of the unknown goddess.
The dumbfounded look remained on her face for a while before a heavy scowl took over.
She walked over aggressively to Daru, who was performing the satisfying motion of sheathing his tachi.
Ascalon's eyes widened upon realizing something, hurriedly stepping in before the young female Veshari could grab Daru.
"H-Hey, calm down and let him explain first."
But Lesha ignored the SS-ranker, extending her arms, though she wasn't able to reach.
"YOU! HOW DID YOU GET YOUR HANDS ON MY CLAN'S SWORD SKILL?!" she snarled, cold fury swirling in her usually easygoing, lazy eyes.
Lesha was from a very prominent and established Veshari Clan.
