The cracks slowly expanded.
"I don't want to run anymore. All these years, I've always been avoiding. My father died under the axe of a beastman. Maybe it's the fate of our family." Amelia took out the one-handed longsword from behind her and handed it to Teresa, then drew a rapier from her waist: "Regardless, if I die, Lady Trovik, please take this sword. It must never fall into the hands of the beastmen. You surely have a way to escape, right?"
The ice wall began to teeter.
"...If you insist." Teresa was about to reach out to take it when a sharp sound came from above the glacier. The two women looked up to see Laine riding on Pinecone, holding a hammer in both hands, sliding down from up the glacier to stop in front of the two women: "Get on my horse, run!"
"Laine?! What about you?" The female sorcerer was initially delighted to see Laine's arrival, but then became hesitant and unwilling.
