"No——!" He almost screamed, but it was too late; Nemesia had already moved aside the corpses of several Templars, and then those terrifying Black Hands dragged up Williams' body as well.
At that moment, Ben felt as if ten thousand alpacas were galloping through his heart.
"What's wrong?" The Female Knight heard his abrupt scream, slightly startled, and turned to look at him.
"...Do those knights have any spoils of war?"
"Oh, I checked. The magic power has dissipated severely; all I found were a few Flame Pattern Longswords from the Holy Temple," Nemesia replied without changing her expression. "However, they're not bad swords; our Kingdom doesn't have this forging technology."
Ben's vision went black for a moment.
In fact, the moment she went to the corpses Ben had a bad premonition, because this woman looked too much like Senior Sister, giving him an instinctive sense of crisis that their Black Hands might be exactly the same.
