It was a situation where a battle could break out at any moment. Serthia's fierce red eyes were fixed on me.
In response, I drew my red sword and pointed it at her.
I didn’t actually intend to swing it, but I needed to be ready to counter if she attacked.
I spoke to her with my sword aimed at her.
"Calm down."
I locked eyes with Serthia.
As I expected, I couldn’t read her memories. Her resistance was too strong.
This is intense and all but why did translator/author name the saintess Karen…