[Nyu squeaked—again—when she plopped down onto the sand. Before Gilbert completely let go, however, her mana started to change—feeling warmer and less comfortable by the second, like a reigniting fire.
Her personality was still the same, though. And more than slightly panicked now. She'd definitely gotten the idea that those were soldiers and that they didn't like them, given how one of the soldiers was threateningly jabbing a spear at them.]
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Her personality was still the same, though. And more than slightly panicked now. She'd definitely gotten the idea that those were soldiers and that they didn't like them, given how one of the soldiers was threateningly jabbing a spear at them.]
What—what are you going to do?