"...To silence a witness." The left side of Dark Elf Ollica's face had swollen up, her mask had been torn off, and she was wounded in several places. Ollica's complexion didn't look good either; this battle had forced her to expend most of her stored Magic Power, and her soul was damaged, leaving her unable to replenish it on her own.
"To silence a witness?" Fidmund asked suspiciously, his gaze tinged with wariness and distrust.
This battle did not satisfy the Holy Grail Knight at all, because the Dark Elf's ambush and the Temple Knights' muskets were hardly noble tactics. In Fidmund's eyes, this wasn't a duel at all!
Luckily the enemy was a Vampire, so there was no need to be overly particular about the Knightly Path. Fidmund felt only a faint dissatisfaction; as the future heir to the title of Duke Boldro, he had of course received excellent courtly education, and such minor displeasure would never show on his face.
