Is the Friend of a Friend a Stranger? - Chapter 13.2
Sylvia, who squatted to avoid the swinging arm of the first doll, couldn’t avoid the second doll in succession and was hit on the top of her head.
As she grabbed her tingling head, Buckley, who had just struck the doll with his wooden sword, shouted.
“Why don’t you cast some recovery magic?”
She was disgusted as he spoke in a way that seemed to be asking why she was playing around. Sylvia put up with the feeling of wanting to smack him in the head and cast her magic.
This was the first time in her life that she had had such difficult training. If she weren’t someone who could use support magic, they wouldn’t have been able to make this bet with Michelle.
At that moment, she felt the door of the training room open behind her. Sylvia didn’t know who it was, but she wanted them to stop this training. However, whether they wanted to see a supporter sweating and jumping around to avoid the dolls’ arms, they just quietly opened the door and stood watching. Sylvia glared at the elongated shadow.
She avoided the doll that was about to hit her side, and, as she was moving to the side, her feet were caught in something, and she fell to the ground. Her chin hit the floor and the pain traveled to her skull. But no one knew she had fallen, and the knights in front of her were whimpering like pigs for support.
“… You seem to be having fun.”
As she clenched her fists, the man who had been watching them came up to her and reached out his hand. Sylvia frowned and looked up at him. As expected, the man was Owen Sommers.
Though she didn’t know what the hell he was doing here.
“Does it seem like I’m having fun?”
“Weren’t you doing that because your life is boring?”
“Does anyone do this because they like it?”
He looked at her with a pure expression, as if he couldn’t think of any other possibilities except for the fact that she was doing it because she wanted to. Sylvia sighed and got up from the floor. Her jaw was hurting a lot. She couldn’t even touch it gently, so as she raised her hand and lowered it, he grabbed her head without hesitation.
“Let me see.”
“Don’t touch me.”
Feeling that she had vented her anger on him, Sylvia, who snapped back, added awkwardly,
“What if the mana sharing worsens?”
“If it gets worse, I will be the only one suffering anyway.”
She opened her mouth like she was flabbergasted by his shameless words. Has he forgotten what she has been going through all this time?
But he gazed at her with an expression as if asking her to think carefully once more, and as Sylvia opened her mouth to refute, she suddenly remembered what had happened a few hours earlier.
She felt sick when she saw the nail marks on Heston’s neck. Was that perhaps conveyed to him?
“Don’t tell me…”
But it didn’t seem like he started doing something obscene in retaliation. Could it be that he just let it slide?
This guy? When he made her pant numerous times?
It was so surprising that her mouth opened wide.
Seeing that Sylvia had fallen and got halfway up, Michelle completely stopped the training and came running.
“Oh my god, Sylvia, are you okay?”
“Your chin is red? Let me see.”
Michelle took Sylvia from Owen. Michelle’s eyes moved quietly as she saw Sylvia frowning as her hand touched the wound. What she couldn’t stand the most was seeing those guys acting dirty.
Michelle lashed out at the male knights. Because Sylvia’s help had been cut off, they too had been beaten by the training dolls and had blue marks all over their bodies, so they stopped behaving haphazardly. Michelle threw her sword to the ground, panting.
“Are you guys in your right mind? You ignore the supporter who came to help you and let her get hurt?”
“Why are you being so noisy, it’s not like we did it on purpose.”
Jifael shook his head roughly, and Buckley picked his ear with his legs crossed. They weren’t usually that cheeky.
As if that wasn’t enough, they even sneered at Sylvia.
“I was relaxed because I thought I had all kinds of support.”
“Those bastards, seriously!”
Sylvia stood up. She too was disgusted by them, but she couldn’t have them fight over this when they were going to get dispatched together next week. Wasn’t teamwork the most important thing during a mission? If they went like this, they would pretend not to know even if they were in danger.
“It’s nothing, so don’t raise your voice to each other. I think today’s training should just end here.”
She could feel Owen staring at her. She couldn’t see it properly, but his face seemed to be asking if it really was alright to just let it slide.
Michelle seemed to recognize Sylvia’s intention that nothing good would come out of their fighting, but she stared at them as if she was dissatisfied with just letting them go. Then, she sighed and looked at Owen, as if to change the topic.
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