He took pity on her and brought his fist back up. She opened her eyes and quivered in fear. He was on top of her to restrict her movement but she interpreted this position differently.

She moved one of her hands and he looked at her with increased vigilance, wary of any sudden movements.

(“She doesn't have a weapon, so what's she doing?”) He wondered.

Her hand soon reached the side of her chest and she began unstrapping her leather chest plate.

(“Maybe it's tight on her?”)

He decided to help her and began unstrapping it with her. (“Maybe she's showing she isn't a threat anymore?”)

She looked uncomfortable with his help but didn't decline it either.

As he thought about what this gesture could mean, she reached for the bottom of her shirt and pulled it up. Instead of a bra, Tibaut’s eyes were greeted with a lovely pair of breasts. They weren't the biggest he'd seen but they had a nice shape to them, plus her pasty areal-

Tibaut quickly stopped appreciating them when he remembered the situation and soon began blushing.

(‘Why did she-”)

She looked away from him and silently mumbled.

“Please don't be too rough. Just let me let me go after it's over, please…”

She began pulling down her pants but Tibaut quickly stopped her.

(“My, I pray she can handle a man as pent up as you.”)

(“Shut up, nothing's going to happen here!!!”) He internally screamed. “What the hell are you doing!?” He shouted, red-faced.

“D-don't torture me. S-see, I'm young, my skin's pretty silky p-p-plus I haven't had a boyfriend so please let me go after t-” He stuttered as she talked but she quickly stopped and looked in his face with dread.

Tibaut sat on her stomach and something only those two would be able to feel, caused her to stop talking.

She didn't fight him and lay there, awaiting her faith.

(“Well, it's not like you're gonna get another chance.”)

“SHUT UP!!”

He quickly pulled down her shirt and got off her.

“Stop, stop, stop. Time out for a second! Why the hell would I ever do that!?” He asked both flustered and confused.

“W-well, you didn't kill me s-so-”

“So nothing!!! I did it because (well honestly it'd leave a bitter taste in my mouth if I killed after how I saw her acting)...” He paused, feeling somewhat embarrassed to admit why he spared her.

“So it is my body…”

“No it isn't! (Huh, wait a minute. Hey Red Drake, do you know the layout of this place or how big it is?)”

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(“Nope!”) They said, insultingly ecstatic.

(“Why are sounding enthusiastic about that!?”)

He turned to her with an idea in mind. He sighed and looked her dead in the eye.

She still seemed fearful of him but maybe that could work to his advantage.

After a few moments of silence, he grabbed her shoulder and slowly brought his face to hers. She wanted to turn away but kept her face still, fearing she might anger him.

“Answer my question honestly. Have you ever killed someone?”

“Huh?” Her eyes opened wide and it did her no favour in the eyes of Tibaut.

He squeezed tighter on her shoulder.

“Just answer the question.” He asked in a tone devoid of emotion.

“N-no. I was just a regular believer until recently. They found I possessed magic and had me stationed as a guard since it was mostly uneventful. A-all we usually see out here are wild deer.” She pleaded.

“So what I'd like to know is why you bastards are going around killing people.”

(“Aren't you getting off-topic?”)

(“I don't care.”)

“Uh, well, it's for our lord.”

“For your lord!? Is there some big bastard calling the shots on this!? Huh!?”

She curled into a ball and quieted up. It seemed she got easily intimidated.

He nearly threw a punch at her but held it back for now.

“Don't make me ask this again. Who is that lord you serve?”

“Well, uh, how do I explain this? So, there was this angel that got betrayed b-b-by their master an-”

“Cut to the point.”

“Well, we serve that angel.”

“An angel that wants the death of humans? Aren't they supposed to be the good guys?”

(“It's not unheard of for an angel to rebel against our Father's wish.”)

(“Our?”)

“Well, no, we're trying to revive him.”

“Revive? How the hell does killing someone do that?”

“Uh, shit, I guess there's no point hiding it. Is, uh, okay if I go see the bodies of those that died?”

“Firstly, follow me.”

He had her follow him up into the forest towards the man he knocked out earlier. He looked to be regaining consciousness, so Tibaut delivered a swift kick to his jaw, took a leather belt from the woman to restrain his arms and used the man's to restrain his feet.

After doing so he followed her back towards the scene of their scuffle.

She wasted no time heading towards the body of her ally without so much as a frown on her face.

“Cold face for looking at a guy you used to know,” Tibaut commented as he watched her.

“Well, I've only been out here for a week. I feel sorry for them but we weren't so close.”

She pulled out her knife and looked at the body for a few moments.

“Could we bring Turo over? It'd be a bit inefficient to do him alone.”

“Does it matter what you're doing?”

She turned around and didn't respond. Tibaut sighed and started walking over to the other body. He pulled it off of the rod it was propped up by and dropped it next to the other.

“thank you.”

She used the knife to cut her finger and opened one of the men's mouths.

“As long as both are touching it should be fine,” she mumbled to herself.

She drew a pentagon with various symbols unknown to Tibaut around and in it.

The moment she pulled her last stroke if Tibaut’s eyes weren't deceiving him, something formed on his tongue.

(“Oh, they know of that ritual.”)

“What did you do?” Tibaut asked.

“I, uh, took his essence.” She meekly replied.