OF THE IMMENSELY DEVASTATING DUEL IN WHICH OUR FIXER AND THE CINQ BATTLED (after battle)

... 'Tis but a light wound... Thou art sorely mistaken... if thou truly believest that such meager wound could...

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That was definitely more than just a 'light wound'. It was outright crippling, if not fatal.

Camille wasn't all talk, after all. He moved at an impressive speed and precision, living up to his boasts.

I couldn't bear to look at Don Quixote squirm in pain, but... turning the clock here would leave an even greater wound in her heart.

'Tis... not the end...

Tsk, what a waste of my blade. I'd rather not have others hear of this duel; they'll think I'm bullying some poor amateur.

That's enough, Camille. It's no crime to wish for the safety of all victims.

Yeah, but her attitude needs correction. Spouting nonsense like that, not knowing who she's talking to...

Fixer this, honor that, justice and... Doesn't she know that's all just... Ha!

That's enough shenanigans. Let's not all waste our strengths before even stepping foot into La Manchaland.

Cause further trouble, and I will put a stop to it myself.

... La Manchaland ETA in approximately one hour. After an hour from now, the phenomenon may appear at any moment; please remain in close proximity to your teams in case of an emergency.

The momentary kerfuffle came to a close thanks to the Hana Association's intervention...

Hngh...

... and only silence and occasional groans of pain from Don Quixote filled the empty lot.

<... Let's get back inside. I can't turn my clock in front of so many people.>