Ume's tightened grip forced blood from her palms, slicking the hilt and running down onto the sword. The cold tip of the blade already rested against her neck.
"What happened? Why are you hesitating?" she asked.
I instantly let go of the hilt and removed her hand from the blade before snapping, "What are you doing, idiot!?"
Before any more of her blood could fall from her hands, I immediately tore the sleeve of my shirt and wrapped it around her wounds.
"Hehe~! And here I thought you only care about Sister Nym," Ume said with a playful smile.
Without replying to her teasing, I tied the cloth on her hand and flicked her forehead.
"Don't do anything stupid like this again!"
"Ouch! Such impudence! How could you flick a goddess!" Ume hissed, rubbing the reddened area.
"The goddess was being an idiot, so as her friend it's my duty to punish her," I replied firmly.
