Dodging Neireida's silver spear, Marvin swiftly stepped back, pulled out his pocket watch to check the time, and found that half an hour was about to pass. He glanced at Levin, who had sneakily slipped away from the Church, and issued the order to retreat.
The group had no intention of lingering in battle; they immediately extracted themselves and left. Only Yuniya, on her way out, did not forget to give Anatole one last kick. Marvin didn't understand why she hated Anatole so much—perhaps it was related to past grudges.
Anatole had had plenty of dealings with them and was definitely an old foe.
Anatole, having been beaten up and pinned to the ground, staggered to his feet. Watching Marvin and the others hasten away, he couldn't be more confused; from start to finish, he had no idea what Marvin and his group had come to Paris for...
Could it really just be to beat him up?
What a grudge that must be!
"Did you get the item?"
On the way back to Moscow, Marvin asked Levin.
