I wanted to help you a bit

The atmosphere inside the wooden house got colder as Glacia swiftly turned left to grab the man, who had sidestepped and dodged her hand.

"Huh...?"

She scrutinized her empty hand and attempted once more to grasp Kyle, but in that moment, something both blunt and sharp pressed against her back. Without hesitation, she vanished from her position and reappeared a short distance away from the silver-haired man who had his hand suspended in midair.

Glacia fixed her gaze on Kyle's hand, particularly his fingers, which were stained with blood. The blood couldn't have come from the man since he had evaded her grasp. So then...?

She extended her hand to touch her back, and her expression chilled when she felt something moist on her fingers.

"That... blood is mine? How?"

She lifted her eyes to stare at Kyle with a stunned expression. Did he just try to dig his nails into her back? No, no, the main question is how and when did he do it?