Faced with the Guiding Saint who'd suddenly appeared on the battlefield without warning, Yumo instinctively summoned her Shadow power and dropped into a defensive stance.
Maya smiled bitterly and shook her head.
"Come on, no need to be so tense. I'm not here to fight you, you know. If you're gonna be this guarded around me, I'll be really hurt."
As if genuinely hurt by Yumo's reaction, Maya deliberately put on a wounded expression.
Too bad for her, Yumo had been getting jerked around for centuries and had finally grown a brain. She wasn't about to fall for such obvious manipulation. She took a deep breath.
"What do you want to talk about?"
"Hmm~"
Maya's eyes narrowed as she looked Yumo up and down meaningfully, then swept her gaze across the battlefield's wreckage with an expression of heartbreak. She pressed a hand to her chest, looking exactly like a parent who'd just discovered their child had been up to no good.
