[center][h2][color=ffffff]ARCHER[/color][/h2][/center][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][hr][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent]”I see,” Euryale said, narrowing her eyes like a predator that had cornered a soon-to-be snack. She was beginning to understand her Master’s motivation, and taking quite a bit of pleasure in seeing the unassuming girl girl struggle.

In a way, Euryale’s current Master remembered her of a younger Medusa; endearing, despite all of her imperfections.

A thin, inscrutable smile graced Euryale’s as she finished dressing up and turned around to address her overly flustered Master once more. “I’m done dressing in a way that will blend with the humans of this era, Master. We can go out and hunt now if you wish. I think that it would be the safest if we avoid the referee’s temple, for the time being, I imagine that there is where most of the other Masters will go first and we cannot win if we find ourselves at a numeric disadvantage,” she said.

The only thing that Euryale forgot to add is that she was unlikely to win even if they were at an advantage. She was sure that her Master knew her parameters well.
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