"Fighting her? You'll lose." The Goddess of Lies pointed at the Goddess of Salvation and explained:
"If you lose, she'll take us to see Ahtal."
"To see Ahtal?!" The Corpse Witch widened her beautiful eyes and jumped out of the coffin. Meanwhile, the Goddess of Salvation watched this scene quietly, mentally adding one more lover to her teacher's tally—why did it seem like there were women everywhere who had a good relationship with her teacher?
Some time later.
"Ah, I've lost." The Corpse Witch let out a soft lamentation of defeat, collapsing to the ground with both hands supporting herself, her blue hair sliding down her fragrant shoulders and covering her sorrowful face, as though she had been bullied.
The Goddess of Salvation remained silent upon witnessing this. She likely hadn't swung her sword, as it was the Corpse Witch who proactively touched her sacred sword and then fell to the ground on her own.
