Lord Yae, save me...
However, at this moment, Miss Yae Miko was still admiring the Crystal Sword in her hand, completely oblivious to what was happening around her. Of course, the slight smile at the corner of her mouth betrayed her.
"I'm sorry, Nijo, but who told you to be so reckless every day? Just help me test my niece's abilities. I'm also curious why she can make all the swords so eager to fight."
Feeling the intense fighting spirit from the Crystal Sword towards her niece, the blonde Weird Auntie made up her mind.
Yae Miko could understand why her somewhat reckless subordinate was so eager to challenge Dorothy. It wasn't that Nijo had any issues with her, or that she was picking on someone weak; it was simply as Nijo's previous challenge words had stated.
My sword tells me you are worth fighting.
In fact, it wasn't just Nijo's sword; Yae Miko's own sword was the same. Presumably, so were the swords of everyone else present.