Traitor

"Wait! It's me!"

The swinging crowbar was easily caught by the figure, which was actually Keiko, who had approached Jeanne without her even noticing.

"Heh...heh..." Jeanne was gasping, almost out of breath.

If Keiko could see Jeanne's face under the helmet, she would see that her face was as white as a sheet of paper right now.

Hearing the familiar husky voice, the tension in Jeanne's body gradually loosened up.

"You're back," muttered Jeanne softly.

Keiko was slightly flustered by Jeanne's affectionate mixed with relief tone. Fortunately, she was wearing a helmet right now, if not Jeanne would surely be able to see her blushing cheek. 

But she quickly regained her composure, so Jeanne didn't realize what happened.

"Are you okay?" Keiko asked her worriedly. 

Jeanne nodded her head, then began to look at Keiko.

This girl really lived up to her promise to come back alive despite the injuries on her body.