Cassarae's eyes opened wide. She wanted with every fiber of her being to see Sylas' face, but they were too close.
In the end, she had no choice but to sink into his embrace.
Finally, realizing that this man was going to keep sexually harassing her, she had to push him away. Pressing both palms to his chest, she heaved.
"We're in the middle of a battle, you bastard!" she hit him. "What is wrong with you! There are people—!"
Cassarae paused, noticing that the battlefield was frighteningly silent right now.
She blinked, and then stood on tiptoe, looking over Sylas' shoulders as though trying to make sure she wasn't imagining it.
"Ah…"
"They're all dead," Sylas said lightly.
"You… when did you…"
Sylas didn't reply, looking to where Professor Fembroise was. She had been fighting too, and with her stats, these things should have been dealt with long ago. But…
