Sibylla faced Aika's fury and murderous intent head-on.
And in between them stood Yujin, caught in the middle of it all.

-Sniff, sniff.-

“Huh? What’s this musty smell all of a sudden?”

Yujin’s nose twitched as it picked up something unusual.
A strange smell—it was hard to ignore.

Normally, he might have brushed it off as unimportant.
But this wasn’t a normal situation.
Aika looked ready to half-kill Sibylla, and things were already hanging by a thread.
In any other circumstance, Yujin would’ve focused on defusing the tension first.

But this time—

“Why do I …