[Protagonist POV]
Right—she had said something like that the first time we met.
"I-If you're fine with it now, then it's no issue! First, let's—"
Before I could clarify her misunderstanding, she pointed her sword elsewhere and called out.
"Come out. I've got no intention of harming him."
Startle.
Her words clearly targeted Dang Ah-young. Shocked, I followed her gaze—there she was, hidden in the shadows, unnoticed until now.
Gulp.
Dang Ah-young stared at Yeo So-cheon with a grave expression, while Yeo So-cheon smirked mockingly.
"Didn't I say I won't hurt him? What's with that cocky look?"
"…"
"I get that you care about him, but here's some advice from a far senior martial artist: know your opponent. I don't know what you've heard about me from others, but…"
"I'm not as lenient as Sword Mistress?" Yeo So-cheon added, her voice dropping ominously.
Twitch!
Dang Ah-young flinched.
"…"
Squeeze.
