"…Well then."
"Looks like your whip does have some use, after all."
Brandishing a dark farming sickle, a man with slicked-back hair looked at the woman beside him with an amused grin.
"I could say the same for your sickle," responded the woman, wrapping the whip around her waist as she chuckled. "To think it'd cut through that spell with ease."
'…Had a feeling they were gonna make their move sooner or later.' Listening to the casual conversation the two of them were sharing, a deep frown began to appear on Valyr's face.
Looking at the members in his group, he noticed that all of them were frowning as well, their gazes fixated on the two that just interrupted his spell.
"Oh?" Seemingly feigning ignorance towards their gazes all this time, it was only now did the pair look back at Valyr and the others, taking note of their expressions.
