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Étoiles listened to his words as she stared at her book. True, he was pissing her off. Greatly pissing her off. Okay, she was really done with this damn idiot. But she remained calm and looked back at him. "Well, in case you didn't know, I was the one who screwed up the mission. And let me just tell you I didn't get away unscathed."

Placing the book on the table in front of her, she showed him her left arm. She pulled up the sleeve of the cotton shirt to reveal a small arm, covered from the palm to her shoulder in white bandages. She bit her lip at the memory. "A damn Pyromancer got my arm, along with a bullet or two and a sharp sword." She faintly patted her stomach and gestured to her foot. "Shot twice in one foot and kicked."

She winced at the pain she could still feel from that battle. "That's kind of why I've put down the scythe and picked up the books," she explained quietly, pulling the sleeve back over her arm. "You know, besides my scythe also being taken away."