Mikhail, staring at Shuen, clenched his fist.
"Heh."
He wasn’t sure why she was laughing.
He was facing off against a swordsman. For a mage whose head was still intact, this was a situation they’d want to avoid, and any normal person would want to put distance between them.
But...
Shuenjel! Appear!
Despite her sudden appearance, Shuen showed no signs of wanting to pull back, and her behavior only intensified Mikhail’s wariness.
