"Oh, is that so," 06 replied calmly.
He was silent for a moment, his gaze still locked on Fyar. He then glanced at 05, whose body was already almost fully recovered. New flesh had grown over her wounds.
"We have to bring him to the Boss, 05."
"Do you think he'll be happy?" 05 asked.
She stretched her newly formed neck. A soft sound of bone shifting was heard.
06 laughed lightly. "A power that can injure you and disable my magic. Plus, he's likely low-level."
He shook his head.
"Imagine the stupid smile on his face when we bring him someone like that."
"Ah. You're right," 05 answered flatly.
"Makes sense."
05 pointed her finger at Fyar.
"You better join us."
Fyar just stood silently. His cold eyes watched their conversation. Behind Illya's back, his trembling hand was secretly loading a new bullet into the pistol.
From their names... it seems they're 000? No wonder they're this strong.
