She knew that when that gaze had fallen upon her, she had been just like Horant.
So she wanted to see if there was a way to break free of it.
If not...
'Then, when I face that terrifying "Mutated Mage" in the future, my attitude will have to be even more respectful.'
But no matter what she tried, Horant remained in that dazed state. He even trembled instinctively at her touch, like a startled pet.
Another half-minute passed before some semblance of life returned to Horant's vacant eyes.
"Franda? I... what happened to me?"
Horant sat up in a daze and looked around. "I remember I was just... huh? Is that... Adolrad?!"
"He killed Adolrad?!"
"Franda, didn't you try to stop that Wizard?"
"Calm down, Horant!"
Franda sighed. In the end, she hadn't found a way to break free from that state.
Looking at the emotionally distraught Slayer, she simply gestured to their surroundings. "Look at everyone else. Then you'll understand."
