The brilliant sparks lit up the surroundings, and the temperature around them spiked sharply. The tiny sparks, like grains of sand, swirled around Yor. Caught off guard by the sudden attack, he frowned.

"Why the hell is this happening all of a sudden?!"

It was a little unfair for him. All he had done was talk a bit when she claimed to be an old childhood friend, and now she was suddenly charging at him, trying to attack. Was his refusal really that upsetting? He couldn’t help but feel flustered.

What was strange, though, was that the sparks weren’t as hot as he had expected. It wasn’t that Yor had suddenly gained fire resistance. Libya was controlling the heat herself.

If she had gone all out, he could have been burned like the adventurer he had seen earlier, but it seemed she didn’t actually want to harm him. She was showing mercy, even in the flames.

Yor could feel it too.

"I don’t want to hurt you. So just come over here quickly."