It was now three against three properly. The black-haired lady, the silver-haired one, our esteemed Inquisitor himself — and against team Villainess, we had Kassie, Maggie, and Caddy himself. Aka me.

I grinned. "Now we got some bursting ass to do."

The silver-haired lady frowned and ground her teeth like she was bordering on the edges of madness.

However, the other one — who looked quite a bit older and calm despite it all — held her down with a single word.

"Judgment, take a breath."

The young lady with silver hair paused for a moment. Her furious expression settled slightly, and she turned her face to her sister.

The older one turned to the Inquisitor and asked without any rise or fall to her tone.

"What is going on? You didn't describe a nun… you only talked about the red-haired summon." She turned back to us, looking especially at Pyre Saint. "Is she even a spirit?"

The Inquisitor did not respond to them. He stood straight, silent, not even paying attention to the burnt side of his face. His expression was difficult to read, but certainly, he was pissed.

"I told you imbeciles. I informed you that he was never to be played with. What have you done now? Do you even understand the level of stupidity that your sister has displayed?" His voice rose to something close to a snarl. "I had him. Perfectly! And she went and ruined that!!"

The silver-haired lady turned back to him, swiftly manifesting — with a sharp swirling of sparks — a kriegsmesser. The silver blade gleamed coldly against the morning light as she moved with cutting swiftness, almost attacking the Inquisitor until her sister got in her way.

I hadn't seen that one move. All I knew was that as the sword arched across the air, she was the one that blocked it — with an elegant longsword sporting a gold cross-guard and white-wrapped handle.

The silver-haired lady — Judgment, it seemed — gritted her teeth as she staggered back from her sister's block.

"Look around you, Judgment. Is this really who you should be pointing your sword at right now?"

This statement caused Judgment to turn around and regard her enemies.

Meanwhile, I was busy picking at my ear while waiting for them. Indeed, trying to escape mattered — but not when I held the upper hand. I was going to collect my pound of flesh for sure. All of them would suffer before I left here.

"But! He—he— Look at what he did to Faith?!" Judgment shouted, her voice tangled in almost tangible pain.

"Uhm. Hello, actually—"

"You shut up! I'm coming to face you, you useless F-rank Heretic."

I paused for a moment, carefully regarding this lady called Judgment. She was already turning to the Inquisitor and her sister to lash out another word when I decided my patience had elapsed.

"Kassie… please."

First of all, I was concerned. Kassie usually didn't obey my commands to attack a human — she always preferred to attack the Summoner. But of course, she hadn't hesitated when it was the Inquisitor.

I suspected that either had to do with the fact that he was related to the church, or she'd simply recognized his strength and knew I couldn't stop him.

My fear this time was that they were little fragile ladies. At least, they looked like it. I thought she wouldn't want to hurt them.

But while I spoke, Kassie literally disappeared — or it would have been more sane for my mundane mind to say she transformed into a hurricane of movement, covering the distance in one devastating flow.

Her sword came down upon Judgment, who was backing me, but someone appeared between them, blocking the strike with that beautiful longsword.

As she blocked, though, her eyes widened.

The force wasn't killed. Instead it slammed into her uninterrupted and smacked her into the ground.

Even Judgment suffered from the shockwave, staggering back. Kassie was already moving. She crossed over the sister still scrambling to rise and chased Judgment with barely two steps — a sharp twirl of her powerful body, arching the sword strike from the side.

The lady, I had to give it to her, she was sharp-witted and quickly extended her guard up. Her face was like some lady who'd just realized she wasn't the center of the world, that she'd bitten off far more than she could chew, and now… she was just scrambling to survive.

'She realized too quickly. Now where in this play do I want to add Maggie? Kassie's practically dealt with it all. I thought these babes were the shit.'

Despite her frantic last-minute block, she was thrown away to the side, rolling like a weightless doll and crashing into a tree. Her crash was harder than her sister's. The entire trunk splintered with massive force, sending wooden smithereens scattering across the clearing — and then it shattered in two, the upper half falling on her immediately.

The other one who'd gone down was up quickly. Her expression didn't change, and without ceremony, she came for me.

I stood indifferently, smiling with a swollen face. It was quite a broken smile too — one that certainly wouldn't have been nice to look upon.

But her expression didn't change. No scorn, nothing at all. Just practical and focused.

Her eyes held the look of someone who'd made a cold calculation, anticipating Maggie's movement and ready to counter whatever the nun was planning.

But her expression shifted slightly as she noticed the nun beside me wasn't moving. Even though she was almost five meters away from me.

And I was still grinning.

I extended one hand toward her and shook my head, mouthing with my lips, "Behind you."

She suddenly widened her eyes even more and twisted — but it was too late. Just as she twisted, Kassie arrived behind her back, which would have still been her front if she hadn't faltered at the last moment.

'All that calmness. I almost thought I couldn't deceive her.'

Kassie drove the pommel of her sword straight into the girl's back. I heard one powerful snap, and she was sent flying, smashing face-first into the tree.

"Ah…" I sighed. "Satisfying."

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