Justified Means

Oriole knew that he was weak compared to everyone related to Arthur. His runic attainment was everything he had to offer, and it did not help him here. These people were powerful enough to stand against Arthur, who could use every rune, so he was useless.

"The shots are yours to call, Oriole," said Maryam as she dusted herself. "You are the one who dragged me into this place to rescue your friend. The least you can do is to take responsibility for our lives."

A sigh escaped his mouth because Oriole knew she was bitter because he won't be joining Ascent. However, this was the only way he could get past that abnormally powerful princess.

Something clicked in his brain, and Oriole looked around before snatching one of the spirits connected to the witch. The rest stared at him speechlessly as he dragged her into an alley.

"Is that hottie alright?"

"Maybe venting some steam?"