PAID

Swish.

The hood on the girl’s head slid down.

Rustle.

Beneath it, short, bright brown hair shimmered softly.

I gasped, my eyes widening in shock.

“N-Nagi!”

From above, when I had looked down from the tree, the angle hadn’t allowed me to see her face clearly. But now, standing here, I could see it distinctly—a sweet, smiling face that was unmistakably my first beloved disciple.

The young swordswoman, Nagi.@@novelbin@@

I found myself panicking, reaching my hand out toward her, then pulling it back repeatedly.

What do I do?

No, more importantly—why is Nagi here?

This place is dangerous.

I need to get her out of here immediately.

Nagi, with her unusually high synchronization rate, feels far more pain when she’s hit compared to others. I couldn’t let her continue fighting in such a perilous place.

The petite girl, biting her lip, suddenly raised her sword and pointed it at me.

“Gah!”

I jumped in surprise.

“Nagi! What are you doing?”

“Everyone you meet here is an enemy,” she said firmly.