Party 3.5

"I see… Well then, if you ever need guidance or advice regarding the sword, you can always call on me," I said casually.

Vanessa returned a polite smile. "We'll keep that in mind, Senior."

"Alright, then. I'd better get going." I gave them a small wave before turning to walk past them.

Just as I stepped forward, Emilia suddenly reached out, her hand trembling slightly.

"A-Ah, w-wait, Senior! C-Can I hold your hand for a bit? There's something I'd like to confirm—"

Vanessa swiftly interjected. "Enna, we're running out of time. Remember, the principal only gave us a few hours to investigate, right?"

"B-But…!"

"No buts."

Vanessa tightened her grip on Emilia's wrist, gently but firmly pulling her away.

The young saintess stumbled slightly as she was dragged along, her blueeyes glistening with unshed tears.

She looked back at me with a pitiful expression, as if silently begging for me to rescue her from Vanessa's grasp.