80.3 Short Rest

I could only glance around in astonishment as I found myself leaning back into my chair. Well... That happened. That was one Primzahl out of our hair, at least. The only two left were probably gonna give up after this, now that I thought about it. I mean, they just lost a third of their fighting force. Surely they'd cut their losses and leave, right?

Nevertheless, it couldn't hurt to be sure. "Grigori?! Make sure she won't be able to escape, okay?!"

"Of course, Rouge!" I almost chuckled in relief as I heard the old man's jovial tone again. "Even then, she won't hurt a fly!"

Shaking my head at the man's antics, I kept my attention on the city ahead as I let out one more question for authenticity. "Mathilde! Any signs of the enemy still out there!?"